I blush if I lie. I blush about other things too so imagine how much I’d blush if I had to lie about bladder control pants. Today the market research group were in touch again. This time its pants. £120 to lie discuss incontinence pants. I don’t wear them but for £120 pounds I could I suppose. At least in the run up to the panel. I’ve lost a booking before by being authentic.

Back to the pants. I’m studying counselling so I have no SHAME that I’m not willing to talk the hell out of. I should be able to sit in a circle and talk about sneezing and coughing and jumping on a trampoline. But in a room opposite a mirrored window behind which sit a bunch of suits analysing my responses and body language, nah. I’m going to let this one pass me by.

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