Please ignore curtains on the ground. And the dirty windows. And the fact that I’ve only got the second coat on the wall behind the bed. Just be appreciative that it’s not longer apricot, OK?
It still brings me joy, as I ascend the Stairs of Doom, and pass gently into a beige glow – instead of being assaulted by the weird apricot swish effect. Argh. I won’t miss that one bit.