I am not noted for my abilities at colour co-ordinating, especially in my dress sense. Mrs. Lear once famously remarked that I dressed like a little boy whose mother always put his clothes out for him ( I had to admit it was true).
Just occassionally , however, on the monkeys typing Shakespeare principle, my agglomeration of clothes sometimes works.
Today, merely by chance, I managed yellow socks and trousers, blue shirt and sweater.
Mrs. Lear eyed me critically.
" Hm" she said. " You're so well co-ordinated this morning you could be gay"
I'm not 100% sure that's supposed to be a compliment.