I have always had trouble telling blues from greens, orange, reds and yellow much to the scorn of my grandson who knows his colours better than I do. When my sons were teenagers I would appear dressed ready for work and wait for them to tell me whether I could be seen in public. If they ignored me I knew that I passed muster but if they collectively shook their heads and muttered 'no I don't think so', I knew I had my colour co-ordination wrong. When they all left home I resorted to wearing one colour or black and one other colour. This way I rarely went wrong although I am told that dark blue doesn't go with black. As I can't tell much difference between black and dark blue it is a moot point.
This week I went to have a cataract operation on my right eye. Two days later I can see that what I thought was dirty brown paintwork on the house opposite is actually blue, and I can see it is blue. I can't wait to have the other eye done now. Maybe I will be able to tell the difference between orange and red. It does make me wonder how long I have had cataracts and maybe I wasn't colour blind after all.
As long as it seems that I have to put drops and cream in my eye it does not compare with the amount of time we have to wait until 20 January when Trump gets booted out of the White House, taking with him his crooked family and the millions of dollars he has conned out of his supporters since election day.
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