I have had some odd conversations this week.
G phoned me at lunchtime yesterday.
G: Hello Poppet.
Me: Er, hello…
G: That’s from Mrs Doubtfire.
Me: Oh right.
G: So it seemed entirely appropriate to say it given that it was a transvestite talking to a small child.
Me: Er, quite…
I had a meeting with someone I had never met before. We were talking about some work related things and suddenly he said:
Ooh look at me being so indiscreet and we haven’t even slept together.