I studied the supermarket shelf, bottled tonics and toiletries colour-coded in a sickly rainbow. Pink stood for digestive pain and nail polish removal.
“Can we get Potato Smiles please?”
Blue, for the twin worlds of mouthwash and Paracetamol.
“Please!”
Orange, for foot-files and backache.
“POTATO SMILES!”
I placed one arm over my stomach, hoping to somehow muffle the vinegary little voice. £8 for a pale lavender pregnancy test to tell me what I already knew.
Lisa Jones
