At this time of the year I am very grateful for yellow. There’s a day lily out, brave thing, and clumps of little daisy-like flowers, some marigolds in the veggie garden and on a chilly cold day they shine.
My car is yellow too. I never have any trouble finding it in parking lots or buildings, like I did with the previous one which was red. I rang this garage that had been recommended, explained what I wanted. The guy told me yes, they had one in that brand, that size. ‘There’s only one thing,’ he said, ‘it’s yellow.’
”I’ll take it,’ I said.
I was glad of these touches of yellow yesterday because I’d discovered my drain was blocked and I needed something to lift my spirits. I had visions of bills, big ones – why did I waste time doing Greek Literature when I should have been learning about pipes and cisterns and all the underground stuff?
Greek literature is where drama started? Oh really? You mean Aristotle had a blocked drain?
Checked with the neighbour to see if hers was blocked too – it wasn’t but (thank you Aristotle) she knew someone who had a long-handled plunger thing and we borrowed that and bubble, bubble, a bit of toil and trouble (sorry, Shakespeare crept in when I wasn’t looking) and lo – it cleared.
Some hosing – all done.
The little yellow daisies, the day lilies – and over there an orange nasturtium – and an unblocked drain. Happy day.
