Painting

I was just going to touch up the paintwork in firstborn's bedroom (wretched child even had blutack above the door) but the colour didn't quite match so I ended up painting the whole room.

The smell of wet paintbrushes reminded me of my late grandfather who was always 'freshening up' a wall or a window sill. My mother was furious when she found him up a ladder painting the ceiling when he was 100.