Nothing much anymore is coincidental in my greying house.
In order to try and keep up with documenting that, I have had to cancel sleep and who needs food, when you've got air?
It leaves me very little time to figure out how to paint my walls.
But anyway, what comes first, the excuse not to paint them (because who wants to stay in a family home without family?) or the inevitable disrepair of that which you no longer need?