When silence is golden. Except when it isn’t

Hello, lovelies. You know that time, when the words are on the tip of your tongue, but instead of saying what needs to be said, you stop. Breathe. Smile and keep inside all those words that needed to be spoken. So why do we do it? Why do we hold back when what we really need to be doing is getting all those thoughts out, aired, spoken and finally laying them to rest? Is it our very British custom to always beat around the bush? Are our sensibilities set so high that we can’t speak our minds and upset those around us? So, why then, do some people share their every thought? No sooner than it enters his mind, the thought is out before they even know what they’re doing. Is keeping silent golden? Or only till its not. Over the years, I would love to be able to say that I have always been able to say the right thing at the right time. But that would be a total lie. I always put my foot right in it. Emma-erisms, as they are widely called. I am the best at saying the wrong thing at th...