Andrew was decorating the walls in his room. His mother came in. "What are you doing? That colour is awful - it's neither subtle nor bright - it's just washy." Just then an insect flew in through the window; Andrew's mum never liked insects at the best of times, but this one, with its waspy shape, freaked her out and she couldn't get out of the room quick enough! A bit later, one of the neighbours was walking her yappy dog which so irritated Andrew; he was glad when they turned the corner and the sound faded. After a while the smell of paint got to Andrew and he grabbed his sandwiches and popped his head out of the window for some fresh air full of sappy plant smells, sweet pollen and a faint smell of the distant sea. He ate his banana sandwich, which was quite mashy by now, followed by his bacon and saucy tomato sandwich. Looking back at the room afterwards he realised there was not much left to do, so he set to with renewed vigour to finish off the job.
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