Saw a very nice house on Friday but didn't want to buy it as it was a) too dear, and b) too far from the station. Estate agents always want feedback so I rang yesterday and told them I'd liked it but it was out of my price range because I could only afford £X. This was no way meant to be an offer, but the next thing was, the agent rang me and said, "Well done, they've accepted your offer!"
I did not know what to do, or which way to turn. I knew this young couple were desperate to sell. They had angelic 2-year-old twins and had a larger place lined up to buy, and had lost two buyers. I had to ring the agent back, once I'd stopped reeling, and say I'd never intended to put in an offer and it was all a dreadful accident. This is why I invented the word 'orapedology': the art of opening one's mouth and inserting one's foot.