Excuse me.... but do I know you?

I've been stopped three times by random strangers in the past two days to congratulate me on the book.
It's been lovely, if a little scary. On one occasion Joseph was clinging to me whining because he wanted to go to the car and open the toy car I'd bought him (bribery and corruption being frequent themes in this house) and on another in a restaurant toilets while I had "words" with Mr. Allan on the phone about Joseph's reluctance to go to sleep without me being in the house.

Faced with such circumstances I tend to turn an attractive puce colour and thank people profusely before walking away. Hope no one thinks I'm getting ideas above my station!