In which Roy cruelly nixes my lavender kitchen

I now have a freshly painted kitchen, painted by Roy.
I so wanted to paint it lavender, like the kitchens I saw in Provence (yellow, bright blue…) but Roy said if it was lavender, I would have to do all the cooking as he wouldn’t step into it.
“Haven’t you heard of feminism?” I asked him. “I want a lavender kitchen”
“And you are going to Ireland in July, and will then want a green kitchen,” he growled.
He won! I have a dazzling white kitchen!