My new favourite trio of colours. Until the next favourite, that is.

That’s what my mother calls them, so that’s what they are.

(Thanks to her accent, she also calls ‘sheets’ ‘eshits’, which most definitely is not what they are, but that’s a story for another day.)

The series, not the flower.

Like a tacky birthday card, I open to this page in my notebook and the disconcerting music from the series credits start rolling.

My mother agreed to buy me the hat.

It was neon pink and yellow and violet. The brand was Cheetah and I thought it would make me it and a bit.

But make the petals orange.

A surprise, really, because I have a love/hate relationship with the colour.