Winky Males

I seem to be turning into a mixture of Rev Spooner and Mrs Malaprop.

Twice today I mixed up my words, but luckily only when talking to P so I didn't embarrass myself too much.

The first occasion was at breakfast when telling him that a pod of *winky males* had been spotted in the sea off Douglas Head.

Later we were discussing the pros and cons of offering evening meals to our B&B guests but I said that the health and safety officers would have to come to inspect our chicken...(I meant kitchen of course).

Is this the start of a slippery slope?


  1. Stressed. Like me when with insufficient time I went into a toy shop outside Birmingham New Street station and asked for a particular kind of kite they had in the window - one that does stunts. Took a while for it to sink in what I'd said.


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