The smell of fresh paint

It used to be said of our late Queen that she thought fresh paint was the natural smell of factories and office blocks.

That’s just one more thing I have in common with her, as I fill my idle hours with inspections of our workmen’s labours. I even find myself politely asking them “And what do you do?” as I walk around the sites.

We now discourage the newer tradesman from bowing as I approach, since you never know what’s going to end up on Instatock or Tickagram, but I’m pleased to say that old school values still rule amongst the Parvinettes when it comes to the coal face of decorating. Where the rubber meets the road, as they say, or where the badger thistle meets the Farrow & Ball.

Our older workmen sometimes have to wipe away a tear when they talk of the good old days, when an apprenticeship lasted for 62 years, and they were required to sand down a two-foot block of oak before they were allowed anywhere near a paintbrush.

Like many of us, they yearn for the age of true craftsmanship and live only to continue the traditions of their craft.

Which brings me to the point. (Finally).

We hope you have been delighted with our work in the past, or know people who have. And should you be looking for some decorative updating of your home – be it historic mansion or humble flat – we are at your command and eager to serve.

Your enquiry will receive our full attention, and our estimator will be happy to visit at your convenience, abacus in hand.

Please communicate telephonically on 0208 946 5045 for a visit, or book a virtual quotation with RoboQuote

With out best wishes,
Geoff Parvin,
Ruler