Beige against the machine

Recently, I bought one of those little high-density units off the plan, nearby in Upper Hutt. It's exciting - you get to see it take shape before your eyes. Above all, it's easy. The developers take the decisions for you.

Until they don't.

Today, I was forced to decide the colour scheme of my new whare. Look at the options. LOOK!

My head was spinning. The pressure was on, the stakes were high. Overwhelmed with the variety, the originality, I hardly knew which way to turn.

I mean, no one wants to choose a shade of off-white that's too avant garde.

OK. The suspense is probably killing you, and I don't want to kill you. You mean more to me than that.

I went with option one.

I nearly took option four, nearly - but at the last moment, I pulled back.

I was like, take yourself in hand, b****. You're out of control.