Twenty five years ago I was painting a skirting board in the back of the long living room of our old house in Swansea. My wife was watching ‘Only Fools and Horses’ on our small tv while ironing in front of the open fire. My new baby son was in his carry cot and the cat was sitting on the armchair. I had to repeatedly avoid absent-mindedly dipping my brush into my too-nearby mug of tea.
