Debbie and I are walking around this house that is for sale. It is almost entirely white. It's pretty awful but it seems to be in my mind that we are going to buy it even though I don't like it. We walk into the master bedroom ensuite and there is a dish rack with dishes in it on the bench top. I remember commenting on it and there was another lady inspecting the house in the same room. She sniggers. I also remember thinking about where we are going to store the photo booth and saying to Deb "is there 2 or 3 living areas?"