I am a fool.
A man has just appeared on my doorstep drumming up business for 'Darren' the milkman.
He noticed my 28 week pregnant stomach and made polite enquiries as to the child's gender. To which I replied, 'a boy, and the father has buggered off'.
Suffice to say, I talked the hind legs off the back of a donkey, in respect of the whole horrible business - ending in 'and I lost my job over it too'.
When will I stop this barmy rabbiting to complete strangers? I thought I was past the anger and resentment stage of it all.
Any suggestions as to how to keep my trap shut, and retain a sense of dignity?