The rose-tinted hue that everything seems to reflect nowadays has turned to a ghoulish white. Not, thankfully, because my affections have wained but because my lights were replaced by the low wattage ones.  

I demanded ID from the chap who bounced up to my door like a Spur waiter and, after satisfying myself that anyone with style would have designed something attractive, I let him in.

The trouble now is I feel jaundice coming on. Inexplicably he only replaced some of the bulbs so now my eyes have to adjust from cruel blue white to warm yellow. Journeying to the kitchen or bathroom is like leaving the frozen tundra to Palm Beach. I fear a midnight adventure to the loo. A jolt of volt as it were.