Why do many retired (and some not), male (Baptist) ministers insist on calling me 'dear' and assuming that I am some sort of secretarial assistant...? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  I am sorely tempted to start calling them all 'love' (in my best north west of England accent, viz 'luv') or 'mi dook' (in my best south Dibley accent) to see how they like it.

Rant over!