This is the horror that awaited me as I returned to the Welsh Hovel from a 16 mile training walk for Woodlarks last Sunday. The Mrs had ordered that the window be pained Tollar Royal which is a blue with a purple tinge. Rather than order the paint requested, the painter went to a shop selling that paint and mixed his own which is, as you can see, not blue at all. And apparently when he asked the Mrs how it looked she just said okay, not daring to say, as I would have done, “fucking ghastly”. So now this listed building has the sort of window you’d see on a Shoreditch gay bar. Suffice to say, I was not best pleased as I explained the situation to the painter’s boss.
I have overruled the Mrs and when it is repainted, at no cost, it will be an Oxford Blue. That process was meant to be on Tuesday. Then Thursday. Then Today. I am now promised it will be tomorrow but until then, every time I walk past, I wince and look at this with shame. It is truly horrible.
