50 Shades of Green

"Take your hat!"
I looked at the sky. It was bright and blue, with fluffy sheep-clouds scudding across it.
"Nah, it'll be fine baby," I said, stomping off down the Taff Trail at 7.30 this morning.

I got about a mile down the trail when the heavens opened.
"Bugger this for a game of soldiers," I muttered, and ran back. Of course, the good thing about that is that I ran about a mile back.

Been busy sitting on my arse for the rest of the day - no biking.
Went up to see dad tonight. He's much better - blood sugar, colour, Potassium level, level of thereness, everything is better. Still has feet like water balloons, but they're not hurting him, so yay.
"Ah!" I said.
"What?" said Ma and d simultaneously.
"I knew I'd seen the green of your kitchen somewhere," I said.
"Where?"
"There...the strip across the doors of the ward, look..."
They looked.
Then they looked back at me. Kinda like I was on mind-altering drugs.
"That's blue!" said d."
"Green!" I insisted...cos it was (Yeah, screw it, I've got a blog, and I'm not afraid to use it - green, green, green, green, green!).
She pointed at Ma's green sweater.
"What colour's this?" she asked.
"Greeeeeen!"
"No dear...this is teal."
"That's what I said," I said. "Green."
"Teal's not green," she claimed.
"Well it's not blue!" I said.
""Yyyyyeah, kind of is. It's blue-green," she asserted.
"GREEEN!"

The next hour was the kind of game you'd play with a two year old. We were pointing at things, naming colours.

It's fair to say that...erm...most of mine were freakin' green! Most of hers, she claims, were blue. Except about half of them were really green!

"Dude, seriously, you need to get to the optician. You've got the green-eyed monster!"
"What the freak ever baby, it's green!"

We both turned to Ma.
"Erm...welcome to gibber," we said, almost in unison. "Green!" I pointed out a tree.
"Yes dear, well done."
"Gibber?"
"Yeah...we kinda do this every night," said d. "Not usually so...erm..."
"Green!"
"Errr...blue, but whatever dude."
"So gibber is...?"
"Lunacy. Nonsense. Silliness. Flapdoodle."
"Green!" I said, pointing at a car coming the other way.
"So you're just being silly?" said Ma, not entirely sure she grasped the concept.
"Yeah," said d. "About half an hour a night, end of the night, we gibber."
"Keeps us laughing together," I added.
"You're bonkers, the pair of you," said Ma.
"Greeeen! Green! Green! Yeah...that's kinda the point," I agreed.

We are, as advertised, completely bonkers. And eight years in, it's working pretty well for us. Let's see if anyone's still using 50 Shades of Grey eight years from now!