On the phone to British Gas first thing this morning. Give them bill reference, using the phonetic alphabet because I am very clever. Only I somehow manage to say "Y for Wanky".
Then visit my chiropractor, who has Form where women are concerned. We talk about cars. I tell him I am windswept because I had the convertible roof open.
"You do know it isn't sunny?" says he.
"Yes, but I like to have it off as much as possible," I reply.
I would like to think he hadn't noticed, but his reply suggested that he had.
IABU to think I am a liability and ought to be gagged for the whole of the rest of eternity?