Head in the clouds

And trying to tame one. 
Mrs Raheny is slowly but surely undermining my efforts at keeping the living part of the house unikeaed. I don't really care upstairs, it's for sleeping, washing and playing the drums.
Downstairs, I am trying really hard to not live in yet another variation of the blue and yellow shed (with far less expert lighting). 

I must admit that the puffy cloud is growing on me, bastard thing!