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You will be frost-whitened

I shall go down

In a burst of flame

To the good of our tree.

When I was quite young I formed the impression that the first few numbers were associated with particular colours.

Thus

• One is white
  
• Two is red
  
• Three is yellow
  
• Four is green
  
• Five is yellow 
  
• Six is red
  

After that the feeling becomes vague. I think there were once more, but only these few remain vivid to me. There are some other coloured numbers; for instance 

e = 2.718281828...

Later I learned a little music, and found that keys had colours. C Major is red, A Minor green, F Major blue, D Minor an inderterminate colour, B flat Major green etc. I don't literally see the colours, but to me E Major is irrevocably yellow.

Do other people have similar experiences? Do they think of letters of the alphabet as coloured, for example?

Autumn again,

And the leaves fly past so quickly.

I can't grab a single one.

On Trip Advisor reviews of a local garden centre I saw

They'd run out of the Fish & Chips. We had to make do with the Cornish pastor.

Suppose the Cornish pastor had run out too? Then it might have been the Welsh rabbi.

Keen young Vicar to Local Inhabitant. "Did I see you reading an improving book on the moor today?"

Local Inhabitant. "Mebbe thesaurus. What on’t?"

"These scalpels are not good enough", Tom said bluntly.

Fake news. You can't believe everything you read about it.

What do you need to get into pollen count school?

After Mrs. Hudson had cleared away the remains of our breakfast, my friend Sherlock Holmes and I settled down to our respective morning work.

Puffing away at my old and most familiar pipe, I worked steadily at my memoirs, through which I hope one day to bring before the Public the experiences of a medical man in army life. Meanwhile my silent companion cast his keen scrutiny over a mysterious document that had come by the first mail.

Suddenly my train of thought was derailed.

"What devilry has been at work?", he cried. "Some portion of this paper had been obscured by a white substance, and new writing has replaced the old. Only a scientific investigator such as myself would ever have noticed the change. What say you, Watson?"

I could not entirely banish an element of pride from my voice as I answered. Having only the previous day paid a visit to one of the shops operated by Messrs. W.H.Smith I had the advantage of my friend for once.

"It is, I believe, known as 'correction fluid'. What you see there's Snopake like Holmes", I replied.