I can't help it apparently. Maybe blogging led to it. I am a storyteller. Not like made up fantasy stories. I didn't even realize it. We had gone to look at houses and were buddied up with our estate agent, Mr. NotATotalButtmunch. I guess I told him a story. I can't remember. It all happens without me fully knowing apparently. So my husband and I are in the car on the way back to The Bungalow and my husband quipped, "You did it again."