Missing, Presumed Apathetic

Apologies to all you followers of ITSLI (yes, I'm speaking to you, Malk), but it's been a busy period for The Stump and opportunities to bore a single digit audience have been few and far between.

Mainly, life has revolved around an attic conversion on our prestige 1980's end terrace. Terrified by the prospect of saddling ourselves with crippling debt (ooooh, how ironic, are you reading this Andy Hornby?), the option to upgrade what we have became ever more appealing. And now the work is complete... and the fun begins.

Yes, my friends, a horizonless future of painting looms before me. Much like the Forth Bridges, but without the threat of a messy death and political interference, it seems like a project with no end. Of course, it's not just the new rooms, although that has been work enough - it's the ensuing game of dominoes that is giving us grief.

You see, now that we (the adults) have moved upstairs, our daughter has moved into our old room. Which has to be painted lilac, like her old room. Which our eldest, a boy, is moving into. Despite his penchant for Torres / Berbatov hair bands (don't ask), it appears lilac is not in his top 10 of favourite colours. However, a bright and vivid orange is - so maybe it is a Forth Bridge political wrangle after all, as an 11th hour compromise deal will see one (small) wall painted a tasteful creamy orange, and the rest a creamy off-white number.

After that.. well, just the new stair, new landing, old landing, old stair and hall to go. I feel a bristle allergy coming on....