Abandoned left to the cobwebs and scuttling field mice in a rusty old garden shed there you sat in a dark corner covered in planter pots and layers of dust a little blue table that had not seen the light of day for decades. With growing excitement I dragged you out into the sunlight smearing off dirt to reveal the beautiful blue laminate top and pink legs chipped paint peeling. I saw you as a thing of beauty and wondered who had the privilege of sitting down at that marvellous speckled surface and what stories could you tell? Did a noisy family sit around you for evening meals or a lonely old man playing Solitaire? Did lovers break bread and drink wine sharing intimacies or good friends partake in a pot of tea and indulge in cake? Did chattering children have milk and cookies just home from school? Now an old war horse that had seen years of service only to be replaced by a modern and bright new thing, relegated to a musty outbuilding unwanted and unloved. It will fit in just right I declared. Let's paint it G suggested, to which I answered no, let's not ... it's perfect just the way it is.