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During the week my car met another person’s car, quite unexpectedly, when the other car bumped into my rear bumper in traffic near our respective homes. Speaking later to the insurance company I provided all the relevant details including the rego number of the other vehicle.

They asked about the colour of the vehicle. I said, ‘light blue’. Pause.

Even as I said it, I knew I was not sure. Was it light blue? Or was it the effect of the morning sun shining on it? Was it blue at all? The other driver wore a hijab – perhaps it was her head covering that was blue?

I read today of a modern publishing phenomena: a popular blog has now been compiled into a book and published on paper! The book/blog is about self-delusion and its extremely long title begins with the words, You are not so smart…

I have to agree. Yesterday I saw the other car involved in our little mid-week collision. As it slowly passed, I had to concede that the colour was indeed blue, the darkest midnight blue one can imagine.

Delusion. At least I have the car damage to prove I was hit from behind, otherwise who knows if my recollection would be worth anything at all?