Yesterday afternoon, while walking through Gillingham High Street, I saw a three-year-old child standing in the doorway of a cafe staring at me, without any guardian inn close attendance. We locked eyes since she continued her curious look at me and as I did so, she inquired "Daddy?" Now, when an unknown child asks after you as 'Daddy' it mines a deep seam of male psychological fear, even though rationally I knew that it was impossible for this little girl to be my hitherto hidden offspring. I said "no," not breaking my stride as I passed. Just the idea still gives me a chill.