WE have been in the “Povo House” for five years now. The children’s name for our modest house was coined because it didn’t measure up against the McMansions their friends lived in.

The Povo House has been one of those renovation projects that stops and starts as time, energy and funds allow. We’ve got the kitchen and front lounge room left to paint. We’ve been waiting until the job’s done to put up the artworks, but with last week's heat and more rain than we’ve had in past years I was worried the paintings would be mould affected. Sadly, some were. What’s not we’re hanging, even though the walls are scratched and marked and not yet the right colour.

The children have died a thousand deaths at the triptych of three sketch book pastels by Mudgee artist Rachel Flynn. One, 20, averts her eyes when she walks into the house and the boy, 15 – despite us having found girlie mags hidden in his room a little more than a year ago – said he can never bring friends to the house again. The two artists aren't fussed, though don’t like where they’re hanging. Even a dear friend looked at them and said they’ve got to go. She too believes the living room is no place for nudity.

Come on, is this prudish thinking, or is she right? Where should the life drawing sketches – bought at a primary school art auction, no less – go?