Today I almost blushed to death ...

... reports are I turned to colour of a prime, ripe beetroot.
So, all day today was a planning day at the Government organisation I currently work at. Towards the end of the day, when things were being written up on the magical electronic whiteboard, it was getting a bit silly, we were tired, it had been a long day, nonsense was being called out along with the sensible stuff. Comments flew about the penmanship of the gentleman writing stuff up.
"Nice Rs" I chimed in.
The room went quiet, snickers and guffaws began. I realised what I had said.
It was at this point, I have now been told by several witnesses, that I went the sort of red you usually only see when cutting a very rare steak. Apparently even my ears were vermilion.
I strongly suspect I will NEVER live this down.