The tea will be here in a minute." My British Stupidity.
I want something that I can toast my back against, while standing with coat tails tucked up and my hands in my pockets, explaining things to people.

I don't want a comfortless, staring, white thing, in a corner of the room, behind the sofa--a thing that looks and smells like a family tomb.

It may be hygienic, and it may be hot, but it does not seem to do me any good.

It has its advantages: it contains a cupboard into which you can put things to dry.

You can also forget them, and leave them there.