I was on a hill, a hillside of single storey shops and offices; it could have been India but it was Milton Keynes. We (but I didn't know any of the others) were looking for a particular solicitors place of work. We found him in his back office, which had canary yellow walls and ceilings. It also contained stacks of full height mahogany framed mirrors, and a lavish double bed covered with jungle coloured silks. The entrance to the office was through a matching shop, matching, in all except the bed and desk, that is.
