Actually, if you’ve ever read anything on here before you’ll know there’s not much else that is further from the truth.
I do have something in common though with the verbally challenged and hopelessly lost princess of children’s fairy tale. I am so sensitive I always feel the metaphorical pea in the mattresses of my life.
The bitter pill is, no matter how much I may or may not bleat on about being black or blue all over (from said pea), no fairy prince is going to offer to marry my bedraggled princess arse! Mostly I am quite happy about that. Some days though, that pea just won’t give me any peace. Dreadful pun. Apologies.