I was told today that someone has been being calling me names behind my back…or whatever you could call the ‘grown up’ version of that sort of playground behaviour.
It’s ok though, because they chose the wrong people to call me names to and not only did they think it was a load of piffle, but they let me know too.
I was informed however that maybe I am a little bit prickly. I know. Me! Can you believe it? Well yes, ok, I admit to prickles when I feel the need for them. But actually, I’m not going to apologise. I feel I am more porcupine than hedgehog as I don’t have my prickly bits at the ready at all time. But sometimes you need them in reserve.
After all, nobody will appreciate the smooth bits without having to deal with the occasional prickle :o)