Camouflage Paint

Has he noticed that there are matching paint buckets in the shop window, do you think? And how come he's got a bucket of paint but his trousers are spotless? So many questions. 

On my way to meet an old work colleague for lunch. We reminisced, except we had both forgotten the events that each of us were  recounting to each other. If you see what I mean. He told me about projects that we did together that I had completely forgotten about and vice versa. A case of selective memory.