Colour

With the return of the miserable weather has come the return of my miserable sore throat and blocked nose. However I am confident that these will disappear as quickly as they have appeared once the weather improves. In the meantime, to cheer myself up, I have surrounded myself with flowers and the colour orange.



The flowers are a mixture of fresias (from L when she came to tea) and marigolds which I bought for the colour. In addition I have mandarins all over the place. I'm not that bothered about eating them (although I will get around to it eventually), it's more about having the colour around me.

Orange is my favourite colour (equal with purple) as it symbolises life, energy and vitality without the aggression of red (at least to me) and I need all the life, energy and vitality I can get at the moment. When I lived in London, my living room was painted orange - a very tasteful colour wash of dark orange with terracotta and warm yellow swirled through it. It was always a happy, warm room. As you know, here in BsAs, all the walls of the flat I live in are painted grey - miserable, drab and lifeless. No doubt it would win some style award or something for being shiney if nothing else, but for actually living in...