Grey.
Got a lift in from a new staff member.
She also gave me a lift home - she drives right past the end of my road on the way home.
She's happy to offer me a lift anytime I am working at After School Club as it's not out of her way and we finish the same time.
I feel this is my karmic reward for driving a colleague home every Sunday evening when I worked at Asda in Leicester. Poor lady had to wait for an hourly bus. And yes it was in the opposite direction to me, but I've been a pedestrian for long enough to know that lifts generally mean far more to the passenger than the driver.
She's a nice lady. Plays the trumpet too. And the euphonium. What is it with these crazy brass ladies? She likes that she can ask me "ignorant" questions. Like what does Mrs C actually do? And who is more senior, Miss N or Mrs M?
Anyway, enough patting on back.
Soft grey because I am being helped by someone I am helping.
And I live under grey skies for much of the year, so it's a comforting colour to me. Something to wrap around myself when the wind blows.
Texture - worn cotton jersey.
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