I was wrong. You were right. Sorry.

Jill Y is on a mission to make me into a better person. I told her I have no problem with it but that it would probably take several lifetimes to complete the project successfully. Step one of the 675,997 plan is to admit when I'm wrong. As someone who is never wrong, I have an issue in admitting that I'm wrong because I never am. I must love that woman or be massively scared of her because I've only gone and taken out an ad in the local paper: