I think it was the post about Morley that got me there but my mind went back to about 1999 and a few trips round the country with Bob, trying to find a site for our CYFA Venture.
We visited one school where we were told to wait for the bursar in his office. In the 1980s there was a time when a colour scheme was thought more important than a pattern theme so it was not unusual for striped wallpaper above a dado rail to have, say, spotted paper in the same colours, below.
This office was decorated thus and we sat facing a wall of dark blue and white stripes and spots. When the bursar came in he was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and a rugby club tie. The sun through the windows behind us was bright. For the next 45 minutes Bob and I could only see him when he moved and it made us sick. I have tried to forget the experience because it can still bring on a migraine.
We din't use that school. Had the bursar died in post it would have taken several days for anyone to find the body.