I've been looking for colour today. Need colour. It's been a grey day in a meteorological sense, but I've managed to maintain the kodachrome mood that the last few balmy days have nourished. But I need a rainbow to make my eyes pop and kickstart the endorphins. I deny the grey! I vote for colour! You know the colour of once-too-often-washed underwear? Get outa here! That's what the sky looks like today. Bill Bryson described living in Britain as living inside a Tupperware box- he was right. Even the chocolate today is colourless.
It's just not the same is it. White chocolate. It's a sweetly sick oxymoron. I deny the white chocolate. (But only if there's an alternative in the house.)
I'll take the colour where I can find it. It's there if you look.
Time to use it. Colour therapy.
To my American readers, I apologise. I'll write it proper just once for you: Color. It grieves me that my spellchecker let me get away with that whilst picking me up on the seven times I spelt it 'right'!