pink. piiiiiiiiink.

I picked up a mountain bike---hot pink and fuschia---for 10 at a car boot sale this weekend.

A car boot sale is when people load up their cars with all sorts of junk, then converge in a field hours into the middle of nowhere to sell it.

Like a flea market, but with mud and sheep and grass.

The kids got board games and toys and Wellies (rainboots), which they'll just destroy within a month anyway.

And some of their stuff was free because people want to get rid of it so badly that they just hand it to them.

So now everywhere I look there's pink: pink room, pink decorations, pink bike.

And I'm sort of the Anti-Pink, so it's a learning experience in tolerance.

betholindo at 10:21 a.m.

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