Private Thoughts Made Public

Today I helped my cousin move into her new flat. It’s only a mile up the road from her old place, and by recruiting the help of my brother (and his trailer), my nephew, myself (and my car), and a friend of hers to help her unpack, we managed to get everything moved in about 5 or 6 hours.
But during the day I heard a few things you don’t really want to hear while moving house:
“Have you seen the box? You know, the one with the thing in it?”
“Get that washing machine off my hand!” (not only did I not want to hear that one, I didn’t really enjoy saying it either!)
“Here’s a cup of tea, sorry I couldn’t find the sweeteners.”
“Er…. I thought you had the keys….”