See that big grown up face…that’s me! And I have a confession to make to the blogging world… I should come with a health warning.
See, I have this problem.
It’s haunted me for pretty much as long as I can remember. I don’t often do it intentional but when I do it, it often is a big BIG deal to whoever is affected.
I cannot keep a secret!
I am terrible, awful, atrocious even.
And my big mouth stuck again today! I had completely forgotten that what I had been told was a secret… as in, I only vaguely recollect being told that it was a secret. But our friends popped over and the girl had booked something exciting for the husband and boys and told me, I thought it was a great idea so booked for us to do it too but a few months after them. So when we saw them today, I shouted across the playing children… ‘Ahh, we’re going to Chessington too’… Silence. Tumbleweeds. Hours passed in those few seconds. The husband…’Are we going to Chessington?!’
O holy moly!
I went very red but only after my husband and the other girl glared at me. It was meant to be a secret for his birthday!
Pants, pants and pants again!!!
So the moral of this story…the truth is that I seem physically unable to keep a secret…so please people, just don’t tell me and then I can’t cock it up for you!!!
And I’m also very very very very sorry to everyone who’s secrets I have spoilt!