‘How do you do...

it?’

Blankly I looked at him and said

‘Wot?’

I have a way with words.

We were walking away from a masterclass on the hoops you have to jump through to get onto Great British Bake Off.

All I said was that looks an interesting bun... like you do to strangers on the next table!?!

Not only did I get the full lowdown on GBBO I got the advanced sourdough starter recipe.  Alright I did drop into the conversation I was a finalist on Masterchef many moons ago... but still!

Then on the way up the hill I said to a couple who were loading up their van with garden cuttings

‘Putting the garden to bed for winter?’

We fell into conversation, this time I blame the dog, folk do talk about how lovely she is... not me sadly but the dog!

Off we trot up to the pub, purely for her sake you understand?  Socialisation’n’stuff.

They happened in a little later and joined us; all through the conversation Hubs antennae was twitching as to me inviting them around for supper.  I do have previous!  He is on strict instructions from me not to let me do it.  As I pronounce this stern directive, his mouth opens and closes and then he weakly says

‘How can I stop you once the invite has been issued?’

Good point!

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