This guy

This guy sits stares across me from the wall when I work at home. He is glorious 70s kitch. He wont stare at me much longer as I have to move. As soon as I get my car back on the road, sort my visa and start my new job I should be about ready to move. Trying to not get overwhelmed. Part of me is just whistling away in the background and doesn't give a monkeys.