We’ve had a directive that the coat stands, the low-level cupboards and the plants have to go. Apparently the plants don't epitomise the modern, buzzing, thrusting office we’re trying to portray. However I’m not sure the offence the coat stands and cupboards dotted around the place have perpetrated. And it does beg the question what do we do with our coats when the weather turns inclement. But it's not our place to question why.
Just in case the orchids are also under the same execution order, I thought I'd record their final few hours. This one was fairly hidden anyway do I don't hold out much hope. I love the soft abstract image my close-up picture captured.