The clinic was tightly packed (I went to ask for a hand/wrist referral) when a man came over and started talking to person with me.
I could tell he wanted me to join in the conversation in some way but I wasn't expecting him to ask in a loud voice 'I remember you...how old are you now?'.
I looked up up and said my name in the manner of an 8 year old who proclaims proudly 'I am 8 now'.
April hasn't been the best month.