Apropos: nothing, really. I think my near-life-long allegiance to my favourite colour (red) is wavering again. Maybe it's the daffodils, but every time I see yellow at the moment, it makes me happy. I want a writing studio with pale yellow walls, dull glass jars on the window sill and scattered postcards on the wall. But perhaps with a red teapot, just to show I'm not a complete turncoat. One day...