AFTER last week’s decorating epic things have settled down here at Number Ten.

It is now down to the more pleasant bits like plumping cushions and choosing wall art. My taste in the subject of art is wide-ranging. For example, I admire the skills of those who turn dull city walls into imaginative murals as well as being enchanted by the romantic Pre-Raphaelites. Not so keen though on graffiti under bridges. That’s a branch of urban art I could do without, a bit like Ms Emin’s unmade bed. Lazy girl you’d think she’d have made it before displaying it. On the other hand I find churches and cathedrals often contain examples of art created by ordinary people from the congregation along with a wealth of wood and stone carvings from the past. Something I would like to see in Sedbergh is a great big piece of sculpture. You know the kind of thing that could become a talking point so that people would visit the town just to see it. Morecambe has it’s Eric and seabirds plus the colourful mother and child bathers. Then there’s the folk in the water at Crosby Beach, Merseyside and Antony Gormley’s better known work, the magnificent Angel of the North. London is littered with works of art in galleries and on the streets. A rather special memorial in Whitehall honouring the women of World War II is a favourite of mine and I just love the outsized embracing couple on St Pancras Station. However, my husband Keith likes his sculpture to be football related and whenever we go to Manchester visiting son Jamie and his partner Alison, we generally pop to Man Utd and spend a little time worshiping the holy trinity, Best, Charlton and Law. Or if we are in Suffolk we cycle by Portman Road, (Ipswich Town’s ground) to see Sir Alf Ramsey and Bobby Robson. While outside Wembley stands World Cup hero Bobby Moore, it’s the Fulham fans who win the Al Fayed art lovers cup, with their newly erected oversized sculpture of Wacko Jacko. What next, Elvis at the Arsenal and a life-sized statue of Jimmy Krankie at Celtic?