There's a lot of yellow in my house.

I don't mind it. The previous owners were Norwegian. It reminds me of them.

It's a nice kind of yellow - summery and joyful - and when the sun hits the windows in the morning, and again in the afternoon as it sets, the golden light can be almost tactile. So I let it be, even though the yellow runs from the sunroom down the stairs and into an area where my office is.

Yellow will be "on trend" again soon if I wait long enough. Picture: Shutterstock

There is no relief from the yellow either. No white ceilings to break up the colour. I've been to Norway a couple of times and they like painting each room with a single colour - walls and ceilings - as in my house.

Maybe the yellow was on special - say, $500 for 500 litres. I have no idea and I didn't think to ask them before they returned to the northern hemisphere. But I keep it, this expansive yellow backdrop to my life, in part because I'm lazy, but more because de-yellowing my house just doesn't rate in the scheme of things.

Mind you, every so often I think about painting it, or getting it painted. I go to a paint place and even spend a few minutes working my way through the colour cards and fancy brochures to settle on a new colour - Timid Flamingo, Overripe Banana, Car Rust, Rat's Lust or some other bizarre name for a shade of blue or beige.

Once or twice I've even bought a little paint sample or seven, to add to an expansive collection of little pots of Teenage........

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