Colouring my world...

Spent the weekend at the villa as Jon and my brother-in-law had to paint the pool. The weather was unbelievably hot and sticky! Saturday Jon and I took my nephew down to the port of Valencia to see the first America's Cup race. Unfortunately Team New Zealand were absolutely thrashed by Alinghi (they did manage to equalise on the Sunday though, thank God!) We went down on the bikes which was nice but very sweaty.

On the Sunday I spent the day dreaming about colours for the new flat. I am a person who cannot live with white or cream walls, everything needs to have colour and warmth. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) I am married to a minimalist architect who cares nothing for colours and would quite happily live in a white box surrounded by books and drawing boards. He will humour my ideas up to a certain point but I doubt if I'd be allowed to have anything like these photos above (which I got from a Marie Claire). Let the battle begin...