Out with a client for dinner last night and maybe still floating on an early morning gym-induced high, I babbled and babbled like a lunatic.

At one point, I forced myself to cease my flow. "But I'm talking too much. Am I not boring you?" "Oh no," he said manfully, "on you go."

But I knew that this wasn't the truth because at the same time, he lifted his hand to cover his mouth as I always do when I'm trying to disguise the fact that I'm yawning and yawning. A dead giveaway.