Mayday, mayday……

I don’t know if I’m just being a crabby old git because I’m so exhausted after my 500 mile drive and full working day yesterday or whether I really am just the world’s crabbiest human being today for no apparent reason.

Anyway, I have got myself into a fit of rage because someone is being too personal with me. Someone who is actually probably if I admit it to myself (though I REALLY begrudge doing so) quite important in my life at the moment.

If it’s not bad enough that this person has spent a year or more making my life a complete misery by belittling me at every opportunity and generally lacking in any kind of human warmth for me, it’s made worse because the person seems to have decided they need me and therefore are going to try to be less aggressive and less rude to me.

How are they achieving this? By trying to be pally and shortening my name. Now frankly I don’t let ANYONE do that – I loathe being called by a nickname and hate having my name shortened. The exceptions to that are few and far between…..

1. My family – who before I was old enough to complain, had decided to throw away my given name and call me by a bastardisation of it – I detest that with a passion but I won’t let on what it is because I don’t want it to catch on.
2. My lovely friend Suze – for whatever reason, she’s always shortened my name and she’s such an impeccable peach of a person, I simply can’t refuse her.
3. Myself – if I like someone, then I’ll sign myself ‘L’ and if I like them a lot, I may add one or two little kisses xx too (so NOW you know who you are).

Other than that, no-one gets away with it.

I regard my name as one of the few things I can really call my own. So, when someone who has really devastated my life for the last year starts this then it just gets my goat. It doesn’t engender endearment, it simply rankles.

So, Mrs Crabby is feeling as though everyone wants a bite out of her, hence the shot!

Window boxes full of tulips were my subject last year.