Tuesday 20 March 2012

And now, the end is near - honest


If ever evidence was needed that my painting crusade has gone on a little too long, it came last night when I was touching up a few defects in Jamie's room.

Tongue out, Pollyfilla in hand, I felt a presence that turned out to be my son.

"Daddy?" he said, "why do you keep painting my bedroom?"

Tomorrow I will stop, I promise.