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?