Foot In Mouth
Sometimes I am saying entirely wrong things to people by mistake. Last week I ask girl on bus when baby is due. Now I do not worry about asking about this to girl whi not actually pregnant, as this is how I met my Helga! But this time it turned out that it was not even a girl i was speaking to. I was struck with embarrassment. Seconds later I was struck with sexually ambiguous fist of fat girlyman.
then there was a couple of days ago when I get up and look out my window. I see,just behind garden, a man who is sat looking miserabley at the ground and I shout the common british expression ‘cheer up, it might not ever happen!’ nThen I notice the flowers on the ground next to him, and remember that I live in a house overlooking a cemetary. Whoops!