Postaday 2011: Secrets? I’m Shtum.
I like to think of myself as pretty watertight as far as secrets go. Where I go wrong is when I am using an anecdote to illustrate something and then I discover afterwards that my listener was related to one of the people in the anecdote, or similar. Cringe. I try to be careful.
As for my big secrets…
Once when on holiday in Austria, I was kept up all night with my sister grilling me repeatedly , “What’s your deepest, darkest secret?… What’s your deepest, darkest secret?”… repeat to fade. I remember now what that secret was. I don’t think I ever told her. Probably just as well…
What should have been a secret that was hard to keep was my first pregnancy. But even I didn’t know I was pregnant until the first trimester was over…. bit slow on the uptake… so I never really had the chance to let that secret slip! Duh!
I am cooking some secrets just now. Watching them simmer in the background.
If you like, you can look under my hat – but the things I am keeping there are there for a reason – you really don’t want to know.
I’m saying nothing.