In the autumn of 2005 I discovered brown big time. My wardrobe morphed into brown so much that I would go shopping with Claire (whom I had met mere weeks before) and she would say: “Oh V! It’s brown, you’ll like this then.” I remember listening to a Radio 4 programme that explored all the various meanings of brown; it was by a journalist called Brown. Basically while other colours represented new life and light and generally nice things, brown equals brown noser, browned off. In fact I even remember my brother asking me if I was browned off one day. One of the things that I remember the programme saying is that brown symbolised stability and a wish to keep the status quo.
In what seems like a sudden unconnected jump, I will now tell you about my bank appointment on Wednesday. In
The appointment went something like this.
Banker: So Miss V, I’ve been looking after your account for almost two years now.
Banker: And well now that you have moved and things have settled down it’s time for you to start thinking about your money.
Banker: What are you going to do with it?
Banker: Well I gave you some options last time?
Banker: So what are you going to do?
V: Uhmmmm... Uh... Ehm... I’m going to talk to my Dad.
Banker: You said that last time.
V: (Shit!) Uhm... He’s coming to visit soon. (Grins manically.)
V: (Blinks) 10th.
Banker: So I’ll see you after the 10th then?
V: Can I have a new cheque book? (Smiles most charming disarming smile.)
I talked to my colleagues the next day. Julie - the annoying one that you never really want to say anything to, but you end up somehow disclosing your most intimate details to – got all excited. “Buy a flat. Oh I love flat hunting.”
“Do you?” I replied weakly.
Apparently so. I found a magazine in my pigeon hole today with a number of flats circled. As I crossed them off one by one Kieran peered over my shoulder. “Oh you’re looking for a flat.”
“No!” I snapped back.
Later he caught me at the photocopier. “So you’re going to buy a flat?”
“Well, there are a lot of things I have to think about. It’s a big commitment. What if I want to change jobs?”
I’d said the same thing to Claire earlier and she had asked me how many jobs I had applied for.
“You ask for relocation allowance.”
Suddenly in a blinding flash (or maybe that was the photocopier), I foresaw how the conversation with my Dad was going to go.
Orange – that’s what I’m wearing today. Apparently orange is a good colour for change. Maybe I overestimated my readiness for orange. I think I’ll go back to brown now.