I hate being called "madam", it makes me feel so old. A young girl asked me if I "wanted chocolate on your capuccino, madam," today.
I feel like the Dick Emery character who used to hiss: "miss," when called madam.
But it's true, it's a long time since I've been a miss, and unlike Lulu I don't have the elixir of youth.
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