Amy and I had been out visiting my mum for most of the morning. We had left Greg, our friend who is doing the decorating, finishing off Amy’s room; so I wasn’t surprised when he wasn’t there when we got back.
I went up to the nursery to see how it looked and breathe in those lovely paint fumes. Seeing the room in its near finished state I suddenly found myself being able to imagine it filled with all the sights and smells of a new baby, it really helped me get the whole “going to have a new baby†thing one step more solid in my mind.
Then I noticed the paint on the windowsill. It was very badly finished, with extremely prominent brush marks and even had the old paintwork exposed in places. My initial reaction was surprise, as Greg has always been pretty conscientious in all his previous work for us. Then I slowly came to the realisation that the irregularities in the gloss were not brush strokes after all, but the imprint of a dog’s paws sliding around on a slippy windowsill. This was confirmed when I looked down at the carpet and saw a distinctive set of white prints leading away from the window, out of the room, and down the stairs.
Bloody dogs.
Holly had obviously heard my car pull up, jumped up onto the sill, had a quick look out of the window, then rushed downstairs to greet me. It was my fault really for not telling Greg to close the nursery door. The paw prints on the landing and the stairs are barely noticeable, and fortunately all the paint on her feet had worn off by the time she was jumping all over my trousers. But there are definite tracks running through the nursery. Still, a lot of people pay good money to have wallpaper depicting animal prints adorning their children’s bedrooms. We just happen to have ours on the floor, that’s all.
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