Yes G....I know......I am. It is part of the pernicketiness that comes with age and experience. It's alright, one day it might come to you too
( I hope it does, because it will mean you lived long enough to be an old burger - no bun...just a burger)
I was called to school during the week to pick up Spindles, who was not very well.......the School secretary called his name and said 'Your G word is here to take you home'.......if looks could have killed, she would be being buried next week.
I will be telling her the next time I see her, not to use that word in reference to me....ever again.....and the only reason I didn't tell her at the time, was because the lad looked a bit green round the gills, like his lunch was looking for the emergency exit.