April 7, 2010
My grandparents moved into their little house in the suburbs when they were first married and lived there until they died. The constancy that was associated with their house for me, was one of the most comforting things in my turbulent adolescence. During times of scarcity during the second world war, redecorating the house was an inaccessible luxury. My mother was in her early twenties and an accomplished artist. I am told that she painted murals on the internal walls of the house as a substitute for the wallpaper that was so prevalent in England at the time.