At the hairdresser today:
“… they had some great green-coloured drinks,” says the hair dresser-lady
“Yeah, they taste really good,” say I, halfway through a hair cut.
“I didn’t have one though… no good for the bub,”
“Oh, you’re pregnant?”
Temperature of the the room drops many, many degrees.
“Haha,” I try to save with a nervous laugh, “I’m as blind as a bat without my glasses on…”