This is a scheduled post using the phrase TONE-DEAF for inspiration.
I will be back online after August 7th: I’m on a blogging break!

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Dave sashayed into the living room. “What do you think?”

“A white linen suit?” Lola dropped her handbag in horror. “Are you insane?”

“It’s stylish and cool, and I can wear it with my Panama hat.”

“You can be such an insensitive idiot,” Lola tutted. “Here’s a brief hint, we no longer have an empire.”

“What’s that got to do with it?” Dave picked up Lola’s bag and handed it to her.

She snatched it from him and pulled two gilt-edge cards from the front pocket. “We have invitations to a retrospective of Britain’s rather murky colonial past and you want to dress up as the last Viceroy of India.”

“It’s a classic look!”

“So are Brown Shirts and funny salutes.”

“You take this woke crap too far sometimes: I’m not a Nazi or some kind of screaming racist.”

“No, but you are tone-deaf.” Lola pushed him from the room.” Go upstairs and change into your jeans and that tee-shirt I bought for your birthday.”

“You mean the one made in a Bangladeshi sweatshop?”