My darling daughter and I spent Saturday morning painting our picnic bench Barbie pink. Dieter bought me the paint because it is in all honestly called "Lollipop". We love it, although not Dom. He says he can never ever invite any of his friends round now because he'd be too ashamed. (Well, surely that's a good thing! Who wants to encourage 12-13 year old boys to come round anyway?) Just wait until sun shines and I put up my matching pink lanterns (bargains from Woollies). Guy Rocks walked in after music practice today and exclaimed in horror, "That's outrageous! Who let them do that? It matches nothing in the garden!" Well, no, not til I get the pink lanterns out, but it matches the pink vase on the table. Why are boys so upset by pink?
Anyway, we had Heath and Kara Blunt for lunch and they made no adverse remarks about the pink bench. Maybe you have to be over 25 not to be upset by pink...
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