People can get very confused when you go off-script.
Yesterday took me back to the dentist. Not for the root canal this time, but for a general 12,000 mile service. The assistant, knowing I was British, asked me how I like New Zealand.
After five and a half years, I'm used to that question. But I still don't know quite what to say to it. I equivocate.
"At least the weather is better than England, huh?"
I look out at the concrete-grey sky, the leaves carried by the bitter winter wind across the car park, the runoff from ten days of rain that has left much of the country underwater. I think of late May/early June in England.
"No," I reply firmly. "I haven't been to England in the past week, but I'm pretty sure the weather right now is better than this."
It catches her completely off-balance. The impression I get is that in all the many times she's had this conversation before, nobody has ever said British weather is better than NZ.