This time last year my house looked like this. Today I find myself doing yoga on my warm concrete floor and, from a downward dog, considering the fluff under the new sofa. Did I marvel at the progress and ponder the nature of patience? Nope, I wondered whether or not a robot vacuum cleaner was a good idea or not.
Every house move I ever made – and before the Boys – there were many was completed fairly quickly by the applauding of hammer on picture hook. Not this one, though.
I haven’t put any pictures up on the pristine walls yet. The off-grey blankness is rather soothing – nothing to think about, nothing to focus on, no energy required. I’ll probably get tired of Cornforth White which ‘sits contentedly between Ammonite and Purbeck Stone to create a hushed and calming retreat’, but for now, it’ll do.