Yesterday's amusement was at a wedding - first of neice's generation, and suitably wonderful.
I don't eat potatoes, not for any medical reason, merely because I don't like them. The delightful couple had carefully arranged for non-potato dishes specially for me - rice rather than it for the main. Come the pudding course, the waiters proudly appeared with a bowl of fruit salad specially for me. My first words were unfortunately blunt - can I have something nice instead please?
They'd gone to the trouble of getting what they thought was a diabetic friendly pudding, because they'd been told that the potato thing was about the diabetes. I had to say that yes, I was safe to eat the normal puddings (one each of a little apple tart, cheese cake and creme brulee), and yes, I'd take the responsibility should it go wrong.
So many misconceptions, so little opportunity to sit them all down and teach them about T1D. Well, at least they didn't block me from the sweet trolley - it's been a while since I've had pear drops, mmm.