Peer Pressure

*sigh* Well here I am back again.

I woke to thunder the other day. It was magic. Do you ever feel that there is no more magic left in the world? That everything that is beautiful and great and noble has been sucked out and all that is left are marrowless bones?

If so then you need a smack up the head.

No I lie, its only if you feel like that ALL the time that you need a smack up the head. Go stand in a thunderstorm and let it convince you.

Is there something innately built into grandmothers that blocks their colour sense? After you hit say 65 is it physically impossible for you to realise what works well together and what would just blind people? Maybe thats why you see so many elderly Indian ladies walking around with orange hair. Maybe its only in Indian's where this genetic block occurs. I mean really, would you send your teenage grand-daughter something in pastel purple and neon orange?