On the old wooden table stands the forgotten box television, abandoned in favour of the flat screen T.V now glowing in the living room. And next to it, is the 'screwdriver' chair. It is an office chair but growing up, we never thought to call it that. We didn't know what it was especiallt because it spinned. My ingenuous younger sister somehow made it's connection to a screwdriver and till now, at our fossil age, we still call it the Screwdriver Chair.
I think I'm getting as old as the adults in my life back then who used to say 'the good old days' and 'back then, all we had was radios'. This is a pretty nostalgic picture for me.