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5 things – Tuesday 11th

(Yes! It is I! Anna Pickard! Hello! Not dead, etc…)

1) Three weeks after moving in to our new house, the bathroom wall has so many tester patches of paint on it, it might as well be a patchwork quilt. After all these years of renting, the ability to make decisions about what colour rooms should be is harder than I ever expected. I always thought I’d be bold and colourful, but no, no, just paralysed by the freedom to choose.

2) It is raining. From my desk in the co-working space, I can’t see more than a block for the driving mizzle. This morning, I pondered working out how to put the heating on. Poor do, June. Poor do.

3) I just discovered that Edgar Allan Poe spent some time attending school in a wine bar around the corner from where we lived in Stoke Newington. That certainly would explain a few things: his later death from complications arising from alcoholism, the murderous looking orangutan that used to work as a conductor on the no.73 bus, and the fucking raven that once took up residence in our bathroom and wouldn’t stop mumbling ‘nevermore’ every time anyone went to the toilet.
Admittedly, the wine bar may not actually have been a wine bar at the time he attended school there, but let’s just say it was. Let’s just SAY.

4) After a week of commuting from New House to our office/creche on the train with his father while I was away working last week, Doozer has strong associations between the ‘choochoo’ (and when did he ever meet a train that went ‘choo choo’?!) and ‘Dada’. So this morning’s journey was one 25-minute-long string of ‘Dada! Dada? Dada. Choochoo widada. Choochoo. Dada. DADA!’ He pointed at the train driver and shouted ‘Dada!’. He swung around to several different fellow passengers and pointedly asked “Dada?”, or exclaimed “Dada!” in an increasingly accusatory tone.

“That’s not your dada” I said, trying to set strangers minds at rest lest they were standing there trying to remember if we’d ever met, let alone doinked. “Your dada’s gone to London today”. I might as well have turned around to everyone and said it straight: “We do KNOW who his father is, honestly. He knows, in fact. And it’s not you, I promise.”

5) I was wondering about giving myself a random post title to try and write something every day for the next wee while as an exercise, so went looking around for random post title generators. I found a couple, but since the first suggested posts on this one were ‘Six things I hate about Belize’ (I can barely think of two), ‘I despise Malaysia’ (I don’t) and ‘Let me tell you about mayonnaise’ (Why don’t we just not, and say we did if anyone asks later?) I have decided against it.

I’ll think of something.

  1. Well, you could always tell us about mayonnaise.

    A new house!!! Congratulations! (I think).

    My daughter has a patchwork of color samples on her bathroom wall that have been there now for almost two years.

    Comment by joeinvegas — 11 June, 2013 5:53 pm

  2. J used to just use the word ‘daddy’ for his daddy. Now he uses it for ALL MEN. I wouldn’t mind so much if he hadn’t had it right in the first place….

    He also gets extremely excited when getting on a bus. We catch buses a lot. It’s hilarious but also kinda embarassing.

    Comment by Beth — 11 June, 2013 10:42 pm

  3. I would likely enjoy a post in which you told us all about mayonnaise… :)

    Comment by Olie — 11 June, 2013 11:09 pm

  4. Yay! You are writing again. And you have a house of your own! I relate to the stress caused you by his overly free use of the term ‘daddy’, I have triplets and when they used to do that it would really freak out whichever poor fella they targeted. You know when all the colour drains out of someone’s face and you worry they might actually pass out?

    Comment by Nicki Ablitt — 12 June, 2013 10:44 am

  5. Congratulations on the house! Maybe you could simply keep going and decorate the bathroom in the style of a patchwork quilt?

    Comment by Amy — 12 June, 2013 12:27 pm

  6. - Olie Done.

    Nicki – Oh, I’m always writing, just generally work stuff, not getting to write here as much as I always want to. I’m trying to be more disciplined. As ever…

    Everyone else – HELLO!

    Comment by anna — 12 June, 2013 10:49 pm

  7. In my 20s, I once redecorated a rented house in Scotland after drawing my inspiration from the local boozer. The result was a living room with green and burgundy walls (and the obligatory inflatable silver alien in the corner — it was 1999!) and one orange bedroom. I also stenciled everything in sight to ward off the ugly (although the results were visually questionable to the outside eye — I now realize — mine became an exceedingly cheerful abode after those few personal touches). The landlady was absolutely stunned! Hope your bathroom turns out OK. You could always let the toddler loose with paint samples…

    Comment by Hannah — 14 June, 2013 7:46 pm

  8. discipline? Remind what that is again…no, still no good at it ;)

    Comment by Nicki — 18 June, 2013 7:18 am

  9. Welcome back and congrats on the house! I love choosing paint colours. Did my entire house and loved it only to sell it last autumn. I am a big fan of greys and blues, especially from Farrow and Ball. Calluna is a lovely subtle purple-grey and I painted an entire bathroom in downpipe that, weirdly enough, actually made the room look bigger with lots of halogen lights.

    Comment by Sonya — 19 June, 2013 7:39 pm

  10. I recently painted my bathroom “Woodland Fern.” It’s really lovely. I’m thinking about doing my bedroom lilac and grey, but I’m not looking forward to moving my heavy sleigh-bed and cherrywood freekin enormous dresser. It’s a project I’ll save for when I have some strapping men around to help with that. Strapping men are few and far between at the moment. I did have an ex-army roommate for a while, but he started spending more and more time at his gf’s place and eventually got a place with her, and that was that. Do you know of any strapping men in the Southern Oregon area who would promise not to try on my shoes and underwear?

    Comment by Maria in Oregon — 19 June, 2013 8:34 pm

  11. Ha! Yes, completely with you on the painting thing. We bought a house almost four years ago and have succeeded in repainting one room, with swatches all our bedroom and at least two other rooms badly in need of a lick of paint. I really really don’t want to default to just touching up with the paint the previous owners left us.

    Congrats on the house buying btw. Hope it’s not more of a “project” than you wanted it to be. We may have made a small mistake of that kind. Ahem.

    Comment by Nose in a book — 22 June, 2013 3:30 pm

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