Despite the album cover to the contrary, pink is well and truly dead. Having stood in the hallway of our new flat on Wednesday evening, and then spent a day considering the pros and cons of having our walls decorated in a shade of violet rarely seen outside Cadillac showrooms and panther enclosures, we came to the conclusion on Friday morning that living with a hallway the colour of Pepto-Bismol was likely to make us sick.
So following a brief telephone consultation with the decorators, my Dad agreed to re-do it. Having worked all day Friday on his pink cover version, the hall of our new flat is now bathed in Amethyst Showers. Which is the same colour as the living room. So at least we knew what it would look like.
In return for wasting my Dad's time, I agreed to paint all the skirting boards and door frames myself. So that's where I've been all weekend - on my hands and knees, and up a ladder, with a tin of white gloss. I did have a packet of mini rolls to help me through it, but sadly they were just spares for my tiny paint roller. The word 'sponge' was misleading.
Anyway, the hallway's not quite finished, but after one-and-a-half days work, I think I've done enough to look whiter than white. Frankly I don't think this paint's ever coming off my hands.