by Bipol .art Dec 12, 2017

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A typical day in my life

“Early morning alarm. Breakfast for four at the table. Coffee for me, tea for my other half. A bowl of milk for the littluns. A top to brighten our day is on the table.”

“The day is flying by. The children want to play. We change the top and put the whiteboard version in place. We set them the task of drawing a pretty picture or their family, their house or their grandparents. They start scribbling. The whiteboard has become a patchwork of colours. We immortalise the drawing with a photo that we send to Grandma”.

“The doorbell rings. It’s 8pm, our friends have arrived. We’ve changed the top to the one for dinner parties with friends and they compliment our table. We enjoy showing it off… at our house, having guests is an art!”

“The evening becomes the night and we want to play poker. We change the top to the poker board version, and deal a pack of cards. Some guests bluff but one thing is certain, you can’t top having a poker table at home! ”

“We’re going to bed… tomorrow is another day. As I lay my head on the pillow, I hear a compliment “you were top notch!”, then a snore. I fall asleep wondering which tops will liven up the next 24 hours of our life.”

A typical day in my life

“Early morning alarm. Breakfast for four at the table. Coffee for me, tea for my other half. A bowl of milk for the littluns. A top to brighten our day is on the table.”

“The day is flying by. The children want to play. We change the top and put the whiteboard version in place. We set them the task of drawing a pretty picture or their family, their house or their grandparents. They start scribbling. The whiteboard has become a patchwork of colours. We immortalise the drawing with a photo that we send to Grandma”.

“The doorbell rings. It’s 8pm, our friends have arrived. We’ve changed the top to the one for dinner parties with friends and they compliment our table. We enjoy showing it off… at our house, having guests is an art!”

“The evening becomes the night and we want to play poker. We change the top to the poker board version, and deal a pack of cards. Some guests bluff but one thing is certain, you can’t top having a poker table at home! ”

“We’re going to bed… tomorrow is another day. As I lay my head on the pillow, I hear a compliment “you were top notch!”, then a snore. I fall asleep wondering which tops will liven up the next 24 hours of our life.”

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