Some time ago I said, ‘Let’s do it, Stuart,’ and it aggravated Andrew so much it’s become a bit of A Thing. I can amuse myself for hours: Good job, Bob. Fancy some cake, Jake? Because I can, Ann. Give us a wave, Dave.
It really spices up our relationship when I call him Charlotte.
Andrew: Will we go?
Me: Let’s do it, Stuart.
Andrew: Twelve years together, and you still don’t know my name-
Me: Twelve years together, and you still can’t pronounce mine; I think that makes us even.
Me: Teeheeheeheehee. Teehee . . .