Captain's Log: Don't Say Cock in the Countryside

I have a feeling that my neighbours overheard a small snippet of conversation I was having with my husband that, taken out of context, is slightly mortifying. I should say fleetingly mortifying, really, because things don’t tend to mortify me for too long before I move onto the next potentially mortifying event.

Anyway, I think the neighbours heard me say something that sounded quite rude. And the irony is that we weren’t even at home when it happened - we were emerging from a bridleway after a brisk evening dog walk. Had we been at home having the same conversation then there would have been absolutely no way any neighbours would have witnessed it, because none of them are would be near enough to hear. We’re not the sort of outrageous distance from our neighbours where nobody would hear you scream, but you would definitely have to have your head out of a window and be doing that scream through a loudpseaker.