Pot and kettle

My brother-in-law has been relentless in slagging me soundly for over 25 years now - which I love. One of his main topics of conversation is that he thinks my house is filled with arty farty bits of driftwood, swathes of linen drapey things and bowls of polished pebbles.

Imagine my delight when I arrived late at his house to catch him oil painting on a Friday night. His words have been well and truly eaten.