The Lovely S is not a happy bunny.
She is a combination of angry and frustrated.
She gets angry and because she gets angry she becomes frustrated because she is unable to deal with her anger; has to bottle it all up inside – until she can get home where I can sit and listen and talk and we discuss and eventually, after some time, sometimes quite a lot of time, we cuddle and smile and agree that yes, people reallyÂ are stupid fcukwits who don’t know better but really should.
People treat The Lovely S as thoughÂ she’s a lowly serf – aÂ know nothing sack of sh*t notÂ fit to shine their shabby, chavvy shoes let aloneÂ be worthy of beingÂ treated as an equal.
But the truth is that The Lovely S is several million times better than the people they will everÂ be.
No-one should be treated the wayÂ some – not all, notÂ by any means – members of the public treat The Lovely S.Â
And her workplace – they treat that as if they personally own the building and everything inside it.
Why do people do that?
The Lovely S is, as I’ve said, an unhappy, frustrated – and just a little angry – person.
That’s not the person she is.
Normally The Lovely S is a beautiful,Â delicate, sensitive, compassionate, caring person capable of bursting in to tears at the softest, emotional thing.
And she’s fearsomely intelligent too, have I mentioned this?
I think I must have; how I fell in love with her intellect weeks before we met?
She’s not normally the hard-arsed, intolerant, staring-eyed sweary person that she was earlier this evening when she wrote this.
I’ve fed her – she needed that.
I’ve listened to her (and I sympathise).
But now it’s time to take her to bed, to cuddle her, tell her how much I love her and to tell her once again that some people really are sh*ts.
And we can cuddle up in bed, watch Big Brother (cringingly) or read.
I shall kiss her and by degrees she’ll get back to her normal self.
My poor lovely S.