I love white. it feels so crisp and clean and zen. Maybe I could manage white? we don’t have any kids yet, I’m a designer and I deal with colour everyday so maybe I should do white at home? – designers do white,  according to the magazines on my coffee table they do anyway.

As I write this the dog walks through the back door and gleefully comes up rest his head on my knees…trailing muddy little paw prints all the way around the living room table to where I am sitting. I frown at him.. he beams back up at me 😀 I don’t bother telling him off … he’s happy as! -he  just jumped out of his little kiddy pool and has no idea what he’s done. In fact this is the 3rd time this morning he’s done this, the mops still resting against the fridge from the last time I cleaned it up an hour ago. But who am I to tell him he can’t swim and then come inside I mean,  it’s Darwin-  its the build up, its BLOODY hot as hell! Infact, I think I might go get in his kiddy pool. No I don’t think we can do white.  I will blame it on the dog but really, who am I kidding – I despise cleaning! dusting of walls? no thank’s I’ve got more important things to do, wiping of surfaces? only when there’s an obvious spill on them. No I am sure we can’t do white, not right now, maybe not ever. So I look at other people homes and I dream.