How I learned how to love

There was to be no arguing. The bathroom was to be redecorated, and redecorated fast. There was some shiny black and silver patterned wallpaper that had gone up just a couple of years earlier, but it had been a mistake, and it had to go. It was at the top of a short but important list of jobs, from tending some newly planted grass seeds to buying a new peanut dispenser for the bird table in the garden, but none of them rivalled the bathroom walls for urgency. Neither I nor any family member could be trusted with that vital task, so the painters and decorators came in on the Tuesday and that very night something inside him went pop and the haemorrhaging began. [Read more…]