Pregnancy brains

No, I’m not talk­ing about Naomi and her preg­nancy hor­mone induced faux pas. Because even if I did and she read it here, she would have killed me so it wouldn’t be funny anymore.

It’s the wait­ing staff at restau­rants in Sin­ga­pore. They keep ask­ing if Naomi (who is now 8 months preg­nant) would like a glass of wine to go with her dinner.

Right up till last week at Pasta Fresca, where what looked like the cap­tain or lead waiter asked if she’d like a beer, right after he asked if we’d like to sit in the smok­ing sec­tion, which I thought had been com­pletely out­lawed since January.

I hope this is lim­ited to the F&B busi­ness. I don’t think I’d like real estate agents sell­ing us houses under power lines.