How different people have different colour preferences, fascinates me. Sometimes you get drawn into something that you don’t expect. For example: my eldest niece is a Forest fanatic, as are 99% of my family in Notts*. When I drove over there in my red Tucson a couple of years ago, she was happy with the colour choice. Now I have been a Forest supporter for 67 years, but I base my car choices on other factors but colour. When I drove over in the iX20, she pulled a face: “It’s BLUE!”
Told that I couldn’t care less, she was not impressed.
My eldest granddaughter is very girly and likes purple or pink. Her younger cousin is not at all girly, hates pink, thinks purple is daft. She likes blue. The boys don’t care, as long as it drives OK and/or doesn’t wear out quickly.
*The 1% is a Man U sheep. We try to talk to him, but it’s an ordeal.
When the Thought Police arrive at your door, think -
I'm out.
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