Cheap and cheerful - but not Charleston

Last weekend, during a bit of a clearout in preparation for the arrival of The Lodger, I unearthed some stencils, paints and brushes that I bought years ago. Remarkably, everything was still usable so I gave a particularly manky corner of our tiny kitchen a bit of a spruce up. Well, not spruce literally - sunflowers.

Rol muttered something about it would take more than a few sunflowers to transform a small terraced house in Norwich into Charleston.