Moi?

OK. Guilty. Why? No idea. Maybe a small inkling or several?

I’ve done and said MANY stupid things in my life but when I have people whom I’ve met in the last two years who know NOTHING about me. Like…

a. An ex-Selous Scout in his 70’s – who is scared of me.

b. A Hairy Biker/Hell’s Angel in his 50’s – who is scared of me. (But still helps all he can because I cook nice meals for him…and whom, I know, deep down, always appreciates me x )

c. A local Section 5’d woman in her 50’s – who is scared of me.

d. The village Parochial Council – who are scared of me.

e. The INCOMER neighbour at the end of the lane who tried to bring me to HIS multitudinous battles against the peasant – he called us that- villagers (the same one who told the vicar to fuck off and threatened to punch said vicar. And yesterday had an effing and blinding screaming match at 7am with the local council workers who were repairing the roads….that had been Complained about…for making too much noise. And had complained EVERYWHERE about the intrusive noise of the church clock that dings the hour, every hour. And the local roosters who crow at dawn. And the fact that I might be getting peacocks) – is now scared of me.

And I won’t even touch on my blood relatives and in-laws………….!

Ooops.

I have BOUNDARIES. Cross them and FACE the consequences.

No quarter.

No prisoners.

No BS.