‘Are you blushing?’ my friend Sarah said, blushing, too bloody right I’m blushing, you telling Ben I fancied him in front of me. I feel like a 15 year old schoolgirl here instead of the supposed self assured businesswoman of 30 that I propose to be. For as long as I can remember I’ve suffered from unexpected bouts of blushing. Every time my Dad asked me something that I tried to lie about I’d blush and give myself away. ‘There’s must be 30 shades of purple in your face’ he used to say, which of course made it worse.
Ben and I got together some time later and Dad’s quote came back to me when I was pregnant and looking at my varicose veins, stretch marks and swollen ankles, no, being pregnant isn’t glamorous, but I couldn’t help having a wry smile remembering my Dad’s words. I love you Dad.