I’ve a friend in her late fifties – let’s call her Eve – who has been grumpy for the 30 years I’ve known her.
She walks grumpily, her clothes are grumpy, her hair is grumpy, her mouth is downturned, her expressions are sour and everything she says is designed to inject her grumpiness into the atmosphere. Not that she is unhappy in any way; life has been kind to Eve. She is wealthy, her children are happy and her marriage has somehow survived.
Eve has rock-solid self-esteem and the only
