Elevator Music?

On colours....

"Its yellow,"my mum says poking at the lettuce on her plate.

"No, its clearly green."

I don't know why, but debates on colours are very important in our family.

"I think its green," piques my sister.

"No, its yellow."

"Green."

"Bev?"

Right, I forgot to give my verdict. All eyes on me.

"Magenta?"

My sister rolls her eyes, I hope they get stuck like in the Enid Blyton Story where a boy screwed his face when the wind changed direction.

"You're no use"

Cue shrug.

The argument goes on and now my mum has been accused of being colour blind.

It's a piece of lettuce , tired and dangling, awaiting its preordained fate.

So I go "Oh god," and plucked it off her plate.

"There. Now its eaten. Happy?"

Silence,but silence has never sat well with anyone with an opinion.

"Must be the hormones," my dad suggests with raised eyebrows.

"She has hormones?"

Clever Tiff.


Edit/ Why would anyone let Hilary Duff near a microphone?