Pressing for an answer you don't want to give like mrs doyle offerring tea.
She was yapping some inane shite the other night and asked what i thought.
I apologised for being unable to answer and explained that i wasn't listening because i was preoccupied by something else.
Cue 20 minutes of "tell me, we shouldn't have secrets", "you're hiding something from me", "blah blah blah blah" until i cracked and explained that my piles had been playing up. Cue "you should have kept that to yourself", "you're disgusting", "blah blah blah blah"
Never happy