So today has been reserved for taking our lovely cat litter to the vets to be beau teared followed by a day of pottering about nearby sorting a few Christmas bits ect.
This morning I’ve got her into the vets, kissed her goodbye and got off on my way. Over to a local shop where I’m browsing the Christmas aisle and stumble some sweet elf bits.
A lady (I don’t know) looks at me and says... “are you doing elf on the shelf this year?” So I say... “oh no mine are a bit older now” to which.... her friend replies 
“I’m not too sure yet” she was looking over me! So I say “oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you were talking to a friend!” And walk off.
And then. And then! Upon scratching my face I realise that my lovely little cat had obviously done a bit of nervous wee on me at the vets and so now I am the strange wee lady that talks to strangers that aren’t talking to me!
I’ve taken myself for breakfast!
I’d like to say this sort of thing is unusual for me but alas it is not!