Last weekend the teenager decided it was time for a new look and removed all traces of childhood from his bedroom. Fair enough, he’s a teenager. But how could he get rid of these precious things – his first shoes, a photo of him as a baby with his brothers, and a painting he did years ago when we were holidaying at the beach? In the blink of an eye as it turned out.
Actually I’m rather pleased about this turn of events. His loss is my gain. The lovely painting is now sitting on top of the white meat safe in the living room and I think it looks rather fabulous.