Pristine Glam Does It!

He called his friends over
for a grand tour, proudly preening
in a detailed patter of redefining
perfection in the alterations
undertaken in his home the
past few months, urging them to
explore the workmanship of all
the trades that had trooped through
with their expert functions and
tools, the high-end materials, the 
gleaming new appliances to set
off newly installed cupboards
the nicely inset lighting, the
natural oak flooring, the crown
mouldings and the panelling.
From the crystal chandeliers to 
the wide sweep of the newly
installed windows, his consummate
taste in the costly and the rare
signalled the measure of the man
glowing his satisfaction. Money
no object here. He has been busy,
his fastidious taste surrounding
him with the pampered luxury
of excess. The house is large and
well designed, transformed from
his castle to a palace of granite,
quartz and marble, the pool outside
glinting in the sun, sending sparks
of diamond-light through the
overlooking greenhouse. His search
for a woman to share his palace 
fatigued, there is now a cat
companion, unlikely to leave him
as his wife did, unwilling to cope
any longer when her Galahad
insisted on self as Svengali Lothario.