I love being right. Yes, yes, I know everyone loves being right but I really love being right.
Sadly, this seems to be a genetic fault, transferred directly down
the Isaac bloodline. My daughter has it (and oh, won't that make for a
fun time in those teenage years) and my eldest brother definitely
suffers from it. In fact he once called me whilst holidaying with
friends in Scotland so I could look up his latest offering on the Scrabble board
as no-one believed it to be a real word. It was, but, as I said (so
wisely, I felt) at the time "NIck you can be right, or you can be
popular, but you can't be both". And do you know what - I was right
(which felt good, of course)
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