My problem is ...

No, I'll amend that. (Actually my immediate problem is that someone - probably me - has pushed my keyboard further back on my desk and I am struggling to reach it. Remedy: bring it forward. If only life - and decorating - were that simple.) One of my problems is that I am a sucker for a neat turn of phrase.


Daughter is a copywriter and thus one of that band of people who contribute to making my life difficult.


If I had to look at a paint chart and choose it would be relatively simple; because I allow myself to read the colour names I am drawn into the web of deliciousness promised by Summer Pudding and Winterbloom. How can I resist Cuban Heat or Happy Daze? Gentle Yellow, Fairy Dust and a Whisper of Snowfall all beckon me in. As for Sunday Best, Biscotti and Rice Pudding ...


I had more or less chosen my colour scheme when the opportunity to recreate French country living with chamomile yellow, truffle and linen shades was offered to me. Oh dear ...