My other half gave me a pair of gen-yoo-wine "Mr Grumpy" slippers a while ago. I wore them out, and graduated to "Mr Rude". I'll second that 'chin up'; they haven't complained yet and probably won't! Can you imagine the conversations they might have had with work/pub mates: #1 'I had some ambulance driver tell me to shut up today, God, give 'em a bloody uniform...' 'What was he doing?' 'Dunno, he had a kid in the back of the ambulance. I think he'd been hit by a car.' 'Why did he telll you to shut up?' 'He wouldn't move the bloody ambulance and I had a limo to get past it.' 'You tw*t.' #2 'I just had a jumped-up bloody ambulance driver shouting and swearing at me when I was at my hospital appointment!' 'Why?' 'He said I had to use the car park but it's miles away!' 'Where were you parked then?' 'Outside casualty.' 'On the double yellow lines?' 'Yeah, but...' 'You tw*t'.