Warning - Grumpy!

Completely unrelated...but better than a picture-less post!

So I take a phone call from a Company who claim to have helped us arrange our mortgage with Santander. If they did, I say, it was a while ago, because we've since changed our lender, oooh, say 4 years ago.  Well, she got a bit stroppy about my vague disbelief. See, I can't imagine that we'd have used a broker once when every other time we've managed it on our own.  Being as we're both big ugly grown ups and all.  But hey, I don't want her to be stroppy, it's no biggie. So I move it on a bit and ask why she's calling.  And she launches into an attack on how we haven't used their services since and on that basis she's ringing to give me the chance to either stay on their customer list or be removed.  Well, not a little taken aback by the erm, haranguing, I express more disbelief.  You are, I say (to be clear) asking me if I want you to contact me anymore.  Yes.  (She said, and not a word more!) So I said that having been given the choice, my answer is no, thank you. She explained of course, that it would be my loss; they have pensions and mortgages and loans and advice for everyone.  I explained that she had empowered me and that I'd made my decision.  (Honestly, it was all frightfully serious). That was about a week ago.  In today's post is a letter from them.  It says that they understand that I've chosen not to be contacted by them and they respect my decision, but would I please just telephone to confirm....and oh boy, they give me a dedicated phone number.  Premium rate of course. So I did what any self respecting grumpy would do.  I wrote across it in red felt tip (Copic, actually). Letters about 1" high.  I wrote of my incredulity at the way they've alienated me by wasting my time, their resources and my resources.  And I don't mind the second class stamp it will cost. And so fired up was I, that I also wrote an overdue note to the Secretary at Exmouth Rugby Club about his rude note threatening to clamp my car because I'd parked there.  When I was a guest of someone who had hired the place for the day.  My letter gives the benefit of my advice regarding veiled threats.  It's only fair. We'd had a good day at that Club, and I suspect that some customers would have been a bit rattled by finding such a note on their cars.  Harumph!!!
Now, given that LLJ and I were discussing advancing years and grumpiness only this morning, does this qualify?  On the bright side - it's the first time I've dragged out my set of Copics for ages!