I’ve heard that each generation of people seem to prefer a different style to the previous – you only have to watch Absolutely Fabulous to see it in action. But so many of these things are a reaction to what was experienced whilst held hostage by that older generation as a child. Mum made the week’s sandwiches for us kids on a Sunday evening on white bread, which she froze until they were needed. To this day I will not eat white bread, or buy day old bread as a consequence of this. With music, my folks and I were a long way apart, and when I bought that white HR Holden panel van with the mirror on the ceiling in the rear, it was not exactly a family-approved decision.
A month back when re-levelling the floor at Bagshot, and today as I repaired wall cracks and stared at mouldy cornice from a leaking roof, it hit me that mum and dad were always brick-veneer people. AND I BOUGHT THE WEATHERBOARD. Kim said in frustration the other day – can you imagine what it would be like to not have to fix your house(s) nearly every weekend? My immediate reply was that all houses need regular fixing. But then I thought. If I bought a new townhouse and moved every 10 years, I could do lots of undetermined things in my spare time. And then I relaxed – I would just waste all the extra time surfing the net and watching crap TV. Perhaps it’s better to be too busy than too idle. Oh well – back to my painting tommorrow I suppose.
The vacant bedroom
Temporary cramped digs
