"Please will you pass me the ball of pink wool?"
My teenaged son dutifully made his way over to the basket of wool to which I'd gestured, considered it's contents for a moment, made his selection and promptly threw it
to at me. (Teenaged boys do that I've noticed, throw everything.)
"That's not pink!" I said.
"Yes it is." He said (looking at me as if I was slightly mad).
Guess which one he chose?
The one on the left.
The one that Debbie Bliss has named Peach Melba.
It's not the first time we've had this argument.
It would seem that colours are subjective.
Either that or he's colour blind.