I was at my Dad's work the other day and spoke to one of the gardeners. Dad works near his home and the man in question sometimes chats to my mum.
Anyway I said to him "FirstName, do you do any private gardening? My front garden is in a tangle and I think you could possibly sort it in a couple of hours, if you would like to?" he said he did, I asked the price and we set a date.
He turned up at the set date and I greeted him, offered him a hot or cold drink and then showed him what I thought were the problems, which were all in the front garden.
I asked if he would like me to show him the back garden. We then went into the back garden. He saw DS1 (20) who stood up and shook his hand and then "Brian" said - do you have any other children, who lives here? I said - well - DS1 who you have just met and DS2 who is in his room playing with his friend and there is the dog. That's us.
We then went back into the front garden and i said - here's the roses blah, blah. And he said - I live in blah blah. I said - oh, really, i thought you lived near blah blah.
Then he said "Don't you have any personal interest in me at al FirstName? I did give you my card"
I said "sorry, i just read the mobile number off it and then texted you for gardening".
I just felt dreadful and realised that - no, I had no personal interest in him at all. I was blushing and everything.