I'm thinking it is genetic. We don't seem to be able to finish anything. Lovely M had a fairly traumatic time on Saturday replacing the kitchen floor (involving five hour trips to Ikea). We've just used cheapie laminate, until we can afford to upgrade to gorgeous tiles, whenever that will be. But still..it looks good, clean and fresh and I would take a photo to show you...except we haven't finished.
On Sunday we planned to buy/do skirting boards and bits to entrance, but after taking the children to a lovely party in the gym (and running up and down on the amazing running track that makes you feel like you've got springs in your legs), we walked home as all local roads shut due to Hastings half marathon.
Course walking home in the sunshine with another family was so nice, M tempted us all in to a Pimms in the garden. Which was much more fun than the floor. Still, floor needs doing.
Then in the living room, where we freshened it up with a coat of white paint, but just up to the picture rail, when we moved in two years ago. Would not be so bad, if picture rail itself didn't have artistic yellow effect on, or wall in bay window didn't have a sort of dirty peacock/grape design painted on the wall. In ochre, green and yellow so it looks like mould. Almost a feature now of the house.
Now I'm thinking I can't think of anything I've ever finished, ever. Surely that isn't the case?