Goodness knows why but I found myself thinking of bathroom suites we have had inflicted on us since we married in 1970.
Our first (rented) flat in Greenwich had a pink suite - pretty yukky but I don’t remember being too bothered, probably because that bathroom (it was an attic flat) was so bliddy freezing you’d make a point of being in and out at the speed of light.
Then a flat in a Thirties block in Richmond, blessedly unmodernised with a huge white bath but rather public lavatory style white and black tiles round the walls.
Another pink suite in the first flat we bought , cheap and flimsy like everything the developers had done in the conversion. Our first house had a yellow bath and sink - what was it about coloured suites in those days? Then when we moved out of London, we had to live with Sun King (I think it was called) and avocado in the downstairs loo. The current house had a white suite in the en suite but a pale peach (complete with gold taps!) in the family bathroom until the day we could afford to redo both and replace everything with WHITE.
My old school friend had a dark red/wine coloured suite which was dreadful for showing tide marks and an aunt simply had the pale blue suite dumped on her front lawn and a new bathroom fitted before she would even move into her new house.
What was your worst colour?
