"There are strong rumours flitting around town that we have separated and you have another young paramour," the caregiver said casually over dinner.
She added: "It's also alleged that you have been seen entertaining your new friend on more than one occasion in a well-known Parnell cafe - the one you colloquially refer to as 'Tossers' Palace'. Perhaps you might like to explain what's going on, to me, the children, the dog and our two goldfish?"
Usually, when the opposite sex confronts me about misguided frolicking, I tend to take a deep breath before all the oxygen is sucked out of the room, the kitchen pots start flying and I begin searching for my lawyer's phone number.
But on this occasion I was mystified by these allegations, having led a comparatively blameless life, particularly since being exiled into the wastelands beyond the Bombay Hills.
"Well," I responded, "I have absolutely no idea what you're going on about."