I have just been 'told off 'over dinner by a whining Frog.
Apparently, I make him look like a figure of ridicule. I write about his "poor" grasp of the English language. I tell everyone how his literary prowess reaches the heights of Robbie Williams autobiography. And I describe how he dances around the flat naked.
In my defence I didn't describe him as being naked as he pranced around the flat. He inserted that delightful detail himself.
What would I have to write about if it wasn't for him lighting up my life!