When they had finished the left side of the sitting room was painted green and the right was a shade of red that Jonathon could not quite place.
“It looks like Christmas gone oh so very wrong.” said his girlfriend; her hand still wrapped around the roller of mint-green julep.
“It’s not that bad.” he said, waving the paintbrush in a dramatic arch that splattered the dust sheets further. “We can make it work.”
“They don’t even meet in a straight line!” she said. “Your mother is never going to let me live this down!”
“Well you wanted green!” he pointed out.
“I didn’t know you were going for that colour now did I!” she snapped. “What idiot would pick rosewood for a room this size?”
Jonathon shook his head.
“Then what shall we do? Sand down and start again?”
“Well we have to don’t we. Your mother can’t see it like this!”