We all remember our parents telling us that we always need to tell the truth.

I have now started telling my son the same, even though he does not have a problem with blatantly telling me when he has finished off my drink or taken a sneaky bite out of my sandwich.

This week has been about home truths and it has been quite funny.

A couple of my friends are leaving the big smoke and moving to Southampton, and at their leaving drinks I was chatting to another friend, who basically wondered where people got off thinking they can just say what they want to whomever they want.

It did make me wonder and laugh at the same time.

This week, I had a meeting and, on arrival, the ladies on reception, who are lovely, looked down at my tummy and asked if I was expecting again.

They then went on to say they had seen Michael the previous week and that he must be content at home as he was looking a bit “porky”.

We all had a laugh and I headed up to my meeting. When it was time to leave, I told them the next time they saw me I would be looking nice and trim just for them.

Another day I was in the park when another mother was shocked I had not sent my son to nursery yet.

She said: “When he does eventually go, there’ll be problems, tears and tantrums.”

I assured her everything was in hand.

Now, situations like this do not really bother me, because most of the time people do not realise what they are saying, but on the flip side it can be lovely.

This week, on two separate occasions, I had shoppers come up to Michael and myself saying how lovely our children were – so I guess it cancels out the other comments.