I wrote here about the lilac walled room my 2.5 year old son was inflicted with.
Time has moved on, he is a bit older now (2.11) and what have I managed to achieve? Well, we have finally painted the room, and here it is in all its Dulux Antique White USA-ness.
It took three coats to get rid of the purple walls. The painters were very proud of their work.
They used oil, and stripped back years of not so good paintwork to make the architraves and window frames sing.
I read a column in the Christmas Spectator by Toby Young which touched a chord with me.
His son was asked by his teacher to write down his Christmas wishes. The sole item on his wish list was 'Lite bulb'. When asked why, he told his teacher that the light globe in his bedroom blew several months ago and as he was still waiting for his father to replace it he thought maybe Santa could do the job instead.
Of course I wouldn't want you to think that I leave my children light-bulb-less in darkened rooms but there are all those little things we mean to get around to - pumping up the bicycle tyres, fixing the loose hem on the school dress, buying a lunchbox that doesn't have cracks in it, setting up the Lego properly, finding the time to sit down and do the paper doll book properly. And so on.
Am I the only one? Oh the guilt. It never ends does it?