I have come over all green.
Not to worry, I am not about to rehearse all the arguments at Cop 26. I have, it is true, been
trying to engage with my inner Greta Thunberg but I’d hate anyone to think the Daily Blog was just a lot of blah blah blah. Life is so, well, contradictory sometimes isn’t it?
Take my new, green world. Okay, not the whole world - just my hall, stairs and landing which are currently being redecorated following the Watery Emergency of six weeks ago. What colour was I thinking of for the walls? I was asked.
Now thereby hangs a tale. Some years ago when the Truly Talented Sue redecorated our hallway, I really, really wanted it painted green. It was Mr B who persuaded me that
a more neutral colour would be better. He is generally right about such matters so I compromised by insisting on a green stair carpet - it seemed like a win -win situation that satisfied us both. Except that when it came to a major redecoration, my heart reverted
to its original idea. What could be better than a hallway which felt like an extension of the garden the moment a visitor walked in? Especially as there is a rather lovely view of the back garden from the hallway (if you care to look.) I am fanciful like that.
Mr B having rather lost interest in matters of internal decoration these days, it was up to me - so I voted Green. Think “How Green Was My Valley” and you will get the idea.
Yesterday Jim the Decorator, having spent a hard day at work stripping the walls of the old wallpaper and another day and a half of equally (but possibly more rewarding) hard work pasting up the new wallpaper, started painting the
walls in the colour I had chosen, which goes by the name of Willow Tree. It is, indeed, green. Very green.
I don’t know if I am the only one who feels this
way but I am always beset by doubts when I embark on significant purchases or major changes to house and garden. Have I paid too much? Is it really what I want? Most of all - have I chosen well?
I even harboured doubts in the beginning about the Room Outdoors in case it might take up too much of the back garden and spoil our views from the living room. Now even Mr B is keen to point out to All And Sundry that it has
been one of my most successful initiatives. Even now, when approaching winter has put a stop to evening meals outside, he comments on it every night as the starry, starry lights which I have strung across the balustrades flicker into life. Come next month,
I have told him, I am going to have a real, live rooted Christmas tree in a pot standing in one corner of the Room Outdoors where we can see it from indoors. Mr B is not completely convinced but I’m sure he will love it when it’s in place.
He is even less convinced about my garden hallway. I could see it on his face when I wheeled him into the hall to inspect progress after Jim the Decorator had tidied up for
the day. Wait till we have curtains up at the windows, pictures back on the walls, perhaps a bright door-mat adorned with poppies on the threshold, I explained (as convincingly as I was able.)
Slightly unsettled, I went to bed and dreamed of my five year old self in a hospital bed waiting for an operation to remove my tonsils. I wasn’t worried about the operation because I didn’t know it was going to
happen - I was more bothered by the fact that the nurses insisted on the side rails on my bed being raised, as if I were a baby. Oh, the indignity! But now, over the passage of time, I find myself recalling that the walls of the ward were all painted green.
I may be imagining it, but wasn’t there a colour called, at the time, “Hospital Green?” I wake from my nightmare and peer out of my bedroom door onto the half-painted landing….
It’s fine, just fine. My Garden Hallway is taking shape, thanks to Andy (who gave us our ceiling back) and Jim the Decorator who is bringing colour to my life. It doesn’t look in the least bit like a hospital ward.
How Green is my Hall-way!