My affliction, an urge to Make Things Better, gives me no peace. Intent on sitting in the sun with a book the other day, I caught a glimpse of the outbuildings and realised that something was wrong: when I'd painted the doors five years ago it had never occurred to me to paint the windows to match.
Sorted, at the expense of the book-reading. It's ok to have cobwebs on a shed window. No one will pass judgement.
Painting is much more harmless than the curtain-purchasing element of my Making Things Better affliction, which can be very expensive. You know that sinking feeling you get when you sense that you and your carefully chosen silk curtains have grown apart? I feel it coming on. The green just isn't right. It isn't a pink green.
Next week: the quest for world-class new curtains, fuelled by a passion to open and close, committed to the highest standards of draping, striving for excellence in complementing the other stuff in the room. Go, Team Curtains (that's me), Go!