You know....

You know you've got CP when...

You're looking at the saintary towels in the supermarket  and the security guard comes up to ask if you need any help.

I was tempted at that point to ask him which product was better just to see what he would say or do but I didn't.

You know you're fat when...

You ask a member of staff to pass you something in the supermarket, specifying you want the small one and they have to ask you exactly which you mean and then go "that's not small."

To be fair, it was the smaller of the two products.

You know you're a CAB volunteer when...

A friend mentions they can't afford to go out and you immediately start thinking about possible benefits they could claim.

You know you're an advocate when...

You don't get a great response to a question and immediately decide that it's acceptable for now but if it goes on you'll have to say something.  And then spend several minutes wondering if it comes to that who is the correct person to speak to.

You know you're a writer when...

You get a letter which starts "Dear Miss Emma C****" and you get really annoyed and think it looks badly on that organisation.  Because the correct way to address a letter is either Dear Emma or Dear Miss C**** (although I tend to prefer Ms if I'm honest) Dear Miss E C**** or Dear Miss Emma C**** are BOTH bad English.

You know you're feeling a lot better from your cold when...

You waste time writing a whinging blog entry like the above.