The house designs were ready for approval, but the planning officer had one last point. Where I had red pantiles there had to be blue slates. I didn't like blue slates, and felt red clay tiles fitted the design better. No, I was told. Blue slate gives a much better vista with the next house. The next house was some way away, and only from half-way up a tree 500 yards away could one see 'a vista' through the obscuring foliage. Furthermore, I added, most of the houses in the village had red pantiles. No, came the reply, blue slate was called for.

I found that the planning officer did not have the power to require blue slate. I wrote back indicating this, and saying that this was a question of taste. Since it was my house and my money, it was going to be my taste. Back came a letter. True, she did not have the power to insist, but she 'strongly recommended' blue slate. I wonder how many people even question the powers which government has conferred upon these pocket Hitlers to interfere in such detail in our lives. Had it not been for a chance remark by my builder, I doubt if I would have checked up.

Surely we can devise a better system, preferably one which does not have local authorities snooping with helicopters to detect 'unauthorised' conservatories? We could start with a presumption of the right to develop your own property, perhaps, and use case law to build up a precedent of what counts as abuse. We could admit that our present planning and zoning laws are a mess.

By the way, the red pantiles, when they went up, looked superb.