Nick and I seem to have been having the oddest conversations over the past few days. Of course, the sudden cold snap last night meant I didn’t sleep well, so perhaps that’s why they all seem to head in strange directions.
We’ve just had the following conversation, for example:
NICK: Fancy a cup of coffee?
ME: I’ve just been reading about the Zimbardo Experiment. I knew about the Milgram Experiment, but I don’t think I’ve ever come across the Zimbardo one. Did you know they were at school together?
NICK: Was it a particularly strict Victorian boarding school?
ME: This was in the 1960s, these experiments, so I doubt it.
NICK: Perhaps they travelled through time?
I think somebody is getting a little too excited about the upcoming season of Doctor Who.
And again, this morning:
ME: Honey, I’ve just noticed that, um, there appears to be a bucket and mop in the bedroom.
NICK: You’ve only just noticed?
NICK: Well, then, you’ve only got yourself to blame.
And the quintessential conversation, held yesterday on the way to the shops:
ME: That’s an ugly Mercedes.
NICK: Which one?
ME: That orange one. Or, no—I suppose you’d call it a warm yellow.
NICK: I’d call it cadmium yellow.
ME: Isn’t cadmium yellow like that? (Pointing to a banana-yellow building) No, I suppose that’s a cool yellow.
NICK: Cadmium yellow’s like that car.
ME: Well, my paints come in cool yellow and warm yellow, so I’m calling that car warm yellow.
NICK: Cadmium yellow is a warm yellow.
ME: Then why are we having this conversation?
The eternal question.