2009 ...yay!

Ok, here’s the dilemma .....’tis high time (oh yus!) I got around to re-decorating our bathroom. I’ve been pondering for many moons what to do with our aged bathroom decor ....what colour to paint the walls... new tiles...new bath, toilet etc . I’ve deferred, stalled, delayed and generally sidetracked for far too long and know that sooner or later I must get cracking on this much neglected corner of the house.
Today I sat in said room and pondered the many possibilities of style and colour, contemplated the joy of a new bathroom and troubled about how many pennies it would require. It was about this time that a big fat dilemma swooped down and landed on my shoulder....a sentimental and silly quandary, but one I can’t dismiss. There on the wall lay a patch of raw white plaster, the result of a repair to the wall after the toilet roll holder fell off (...no, please don’t ask). This is, and has been for quite some time now, not just a white patch of plaster – it has become an oasis of expression, a forum of current thought and general graffiti board for my three children and . It contains a quick sketch of our black cat being squirted by a water pistol (a record of a particularly troublesome skirmish between the cat and ScampiCub), an observation on the properties of liquorice, a depiction of a monster being captured and tied down by little people, the profound statement ‘Bagpuss is watching you’ and many more sketches and proclamations.
My reaction to the first piece of graffiti appearing on the wall was one of shock and anger followed by a thorough check of each suspect’s handwriting to establish who the culprit could be (I had my suspicions but never conclusively proved who it was). In an effort to protect the guilty and to unify them in this minor rebellion, the remaining two siblings added more graffiti and, over the following weeks I realised that despite my obvious requirement to take the parental stand/view-point on the matter I began to enjoy the freestyle art which now took shape on this little patch of wall ....I have even added my own ponderings to the mix!! (as have other visitors to the house). Here on a little patch of plaster now sits a record of the humour and giggles that have taken place in our home over the past few years and testimony to the hazard of raising three young, extremely funny and talented artists!!!
Question: To paint over this snapshot of family life and restore the bathroom to a normal semblance of neatness and order, or....leave it for posterity – a sentimental reminder of the madness and fun times which have taken place here in this little home ? “Jeeez!...as if I care!” you are probably thinking right now, but humour me, I’m having a little dilemma.