the corner office

I edited last night's post. I decided a bit of subtlety actually conveyed more.

I like a good rumble, it's very cathartic, but sometimes, as I said to a friend recently, I sound too much like a Daily Mail columnist. Being grumpy, that's OK, but sour and miserable, not. There is a difference.

That of course raises an interesting point. I've noticed this amongst male friends and family of a similar age. Wives all complain that we've become grumps. They've been saying it for years, admittedly, but they're not wrong. It's a badge of honour, sort of. We're all proud members of the Meldrew club.

I think, for some reason, that the more women complain about men being grumpy, the happier men are about being grumpy.