I love my husband dearly, he is a wonderful father. However, his colour sense is non-existent. In fact, he firmly believes that the only colours that exist are those to be found on a snooker table. As for colour co-ordination, not a chance. Throw in patterns and he’s in full on panic mode. When the boys were little and he was left in charge, they occasionally resembled clowns, or rainbows. But, short of a picture on a t-shirt, their clothes were largely self-coloured. He couldn’t go too far wrong, clowns aside. The introduction of a girl into our midst however, with the accompanying flowers, stars, stripes, spots and sparkly things… Well, it’s been too much.