This one is complicated. Stay with me?

Mum to me, day in, day out : You do you think you are, madam?

Fast forward a few hundred years to me opening the Ltd Company office in Caistor…

…Market Rasen. Bernie Taupin. Reg Dwight. Saturday’s alright for fighting.

My new staff – including the gorgeous 6ft P.A. who’s brother met Sacha Baron Cohen in a pub in Grimsby. And who fled England to escape her mahoosive student debts. Ended up in Aus. Married an Aus man. Had a daughter. Aus man was not nice. She left with said daughter (kidnapped her) from Aus. Home to Caistor. Was one of the first UK women to take a “foreign” spouse to a UK court to gain full custody of her own child. And Win.

Where was I?

Oh. Yes, My new staff asked what they should call me. I said my name. Nooooooooo. We can’t do that. You need a title.

We’ll call you Ma’am. Rhymes with Pam. Short for Madam.

A kerfuffle ensued. I might’ve used an expletive deleted.

They called me GUV.

If you understood all that…..!

I’m a fan of you :o)