Ordinarily I don’t take kindly to having the bleeding obvious pointed out to me, but the young child who walked past in the local supermarket car park said it so innocently it was difficult to muster up any anger.

The mother pulled them away with usual embarrassment in their child making such a social faux pas, but it made me and beau just smile and go “awww” in the way young children make fully grown adults (no pun intended!) go ga-ga. And, regardless, it is always nice on the ego to be called a lady (though not in Little Britain style).

Needless to explain any further, this innocent greeting seemed rather an apt web address for the nature of this blog.

As you may have gathered, I’m a nearly 30-something who is of restricted growth, a little person, a short-arse, dwarf, midget, vertically-challenged (lol). Take your pick of labels. Personally I only feel an affinity to one or two, and not particularly any of the others – especially how they are portrayed in some circles of the media and often tolerated in others (another rant, another blog entry for later).

But all this will provide much fruit for discussion over the coming months, amongst many of the issues, trials and tribulations experienced by a person of restricted growth.

So, all that is left to say is…. “Hello” (in the Lionel Ritchie fashion) from the Little Lady.