Time to get the wallpaper out.
I packed Spud Bud off to his brother in Lancaster yesterday – having first insisted he pack up his room, then pack his own suitcase – and today I start decorating.
The last time I decorated Spud’s room he thought Thomas the Tank Engine was the height of interior decoration sophistication. Fortunately, he moved into his brother’s room before train curtains became an issue.
Tory Boy opted for a Japanese theme when I decorated his room; Spud has never been keen on it and I promised to give it a makeover while he’s away.
I calculate the whole thing will cost me a pound: I have one box of wallpaper paste left from last time; but I’ll need to buy another. I have plain blue paper from Freegle; one plain white and government-decorators-expensive roll from Tory Boy’s former workplace (he had permission; we’re scavengers, not thieves); and many, many two-thirds-empty tins of various shades of white paint. Spud lives and breathes Manchester City: it will be like he’s sleeping in their boardroom.
I have been doing this makeover for several years now. He has a blue canvas wardrobe (Freegle), almost matching blue curtains (Freegle), a blue rug (charity shop), and a blue light bed throw (stolen from ours one hot summer night). The paper and paint will complete the look.
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