someone called me “lovely”. a cynical.contrary horror.
As a child i had the worse, strictest teacher. We dreaded getting her,, and i managed it for 2 years. This was back in the Day we got the belt. and she used it,Liberally.
I met her one day at teacher training in the Gardyne.( northern college)
I made out i never noticed “her”..
too late..
she called me “lovely” too.. but she had me mixed up with someone that as a born leader Never got it right..
I let her beleive i was that ” lovely” person.
maybe it WAS me,, after all.
maybe..