Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Oh dear

Someone in the village called me "dear" yesterday. It was a nice man, a man I like, but I loathe it when people call me "dear." I don't at all mind people - busdrivers, shopkeepers, the man on the market - calling me love, pet, darling, sweetheart and my duck, but when someone calls me dear, it feels as if they think I'm 93.

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