It’s a cover up

Transformation of a dodgy looking wall.
I found three ironmonger catalogues that had been used to pack out the skirting board. They are dated 1921 and in pretty good nick. I gave one to Steve our neighbour as he lives in what I think used to be the shop. I put another in a plastic bag and left it behind the blanked off fireplace along with a tub of nicknacks (several blip cards for one) for someone else to find when I’ve shuffled off this mortal coil.