Mardy

Tom is mardy.

You're mardy.

Why are you so mardy today?

He's a mardy child.

“I wouldn’t be such a mardy baby,” said his wife shortly.

When our Jonathan’s poorly...he’s mardy, very mardy....

Well, now then mardy bum / Oh, I'm in trouble again, aren't I?

Sometimes my mum’s in a mardy and she says she doesn’t care about us — but she does really.