I do have a fascination with large projects. All my benches are full of large constituent parts, and the largest of them all has been sitting upstairs in my paint room, waiting for me. Every time I go out into the hall I'm sure I can hear this plaintive cry: 'Paint me....paint me'. Last week, I capitulated - anything for a quiet life. I went in there and put some paint on it, just to keep it happy for a while so I can get on downstairs. Here are some photos of the extorted paint job.
It's true what the Bard says: Conscience doth make cowards of us all.