… about naming a blog Chittle Chattle is that occasionally one can indulge in a little gossip! Now let us get this straight. I am not a gossip. Gossip is hurtful and harmful, and this post isn’t meant to be either. It will, though, show how a rumour could start and be magnified into……
Let me begin.
Earlier this week we went out for lunch. It was with good friends and to a place we haven’t previously visited. A glass of wine – good food, lots of chatter and no phototgraphs of either because I was too busy chatting to remember! My viewpoint was restricted as I was sitting with my back to the rest of the room, so had no idea how many people were there or, in fact, if there was anybody there. Our conversation was varied. Our friends have been travelling recently and there were a few anecdotes to share, in fact the food was almost an ‘also ran’ because we were really enjoying their company.
Suddenly, from the depths of ‘behind’ came a wavering female voice. I only caught part of the conversation, but this is the part……
‘So my life is really going to change, and after he’s gone I’ll get the place fumigated’!
What kind of relationship could be that bad?
Come on – I want to hear the rest of the story!
Nothing more was audibly forthcoming, and, because it would have been rude to turn around at that point, I have no idea who actually said it! The room was empty when we left apart from a group of men at the other end of the dining room.
I have, however, thought about it a few times over the last few days and have come to a conclusion.
I think she might have been talking about a dog……………..!