I have a Swedish neighbour along the street who spends nine months of every year in Spain. He can’t sit still and has turned his house into a palace, both inside and out.
Some years ago he built himself an outside wall, a work of art with marble inlays but high enough to keep out the burglars. And then the graffiti artists arrived, it was irresistible to them.
He left it as it was for a few years, but a couple of weeks ago restored it to its former glory. The rest of us neighbours anxiously check on the wall every day, I checked it earlier this morning. I know it’s not going to survive but I’m going to enjoy it while I can.