WHAT COLOUR AM I?

Good evening Bloggets? Listening to the news tonight,the new children’s laureate, Malorie Blackman,,  has spoken about how she writes about black children, as she used to feel invisible as a child, because there were no black children in books at the library. Now she writes about how black people in her books, are powerful and white people being vulnerable and the underdogs. Well why does there have to be higher and lower? Why not equal? Oh, and a lady has been  spoken about called Topsy Clinch? Ha, what a great name?

  I’m sitting here feeling like I have been cooked. Oh my skin is so  sore with the sun. My teen said today, that Hub is really really dark. I asked him, waving my arms towards him, what colour am I? He said, the colour of all blonde people Mum….

“What colour is that then? Gold? Bronze?”

“Pinkie beige red and kind of cream Mum!!!!”

Hehehehehehehe.

Very attractive?

I have ironed seven shirts and three pairs of jeans today, and after that, I could not stand it any longer, too hot.

Oh God watch this space, I have a funny story for you but can’t tell you just yet, will have to wait a few days, but don’t know whether to laugh or cry about it? See what you think at the end of the week.

Out with my friend tomorrow so will have lots to chat about with you, I’m sure. Hub home safe from the capital. He had an interesting day indeed.

Teen not at school tomorrow. Joy? As Hub says, deep and forever lasting joy?

Hub again up early, this time for a call with his boss. Then working from home. I ordered shopping, could not understand how deer it was, so thank God, before I checked out, I looked at my basket.

I ordered wait for it? Eight boxes of burgers….

 Not heard from my poor friend the artist yet, doesn’t look good for her, for her poor Uncle?

It’s her birthday too.

Off now, hub eating  the chicken asking what I cooked it in and how? Ha, the boys like the way I cook chicken. Poor bird? I tell you though, I cooked them  salmon last week and I hated touching fish much more than chicken or any meat. Oh, yack double yuck.

Fish feels so cold and wet and still kind of alive.

OK, off now to see if I can make Hub a sandwich or something. Until tomorrow with lots of love and hugs. x