On Monday morning I found myself alone in a friend’s office just waiting. I couldn’t go through his files or use his computer. The view from the window is currently a pile of scaffolding and a tiny square of sky. Nothing to do. His fellow worker suggested that I make coffee and do something useful while I waited. On the desk was a newspaper, one I don’t usually read. It was open to an article about hospital chapels of all things– one very elaborate one in the Rather fussy Victorian style and the other a very ultra-modern minimalist room with imitation windows. It did however have what looked like comfortable chairs, rather than rigid upright pews with narrow seats.
I saw the modern room as flexible - you could have added things, made room for a wheelchair, used it for meetings of members of various faiths or none. A useful space.
