As it should be of course. The bloke who comes around to put in acoustic glass for our windows calls me “Lord”.
Although, you know, not quite. Mr., in Porkandcheese, is Signor. Clearly the same root word as Seigneur, which can indeed mean “Lord” of a type, in that Channel Islands Norman French version of something like English.
But the translate bit in Google Mail which the window maker and I use to converse with each other translates “Signor” directly into “Lord” not “Mr.” or even “Sir” which might be closer.
Not as in Sir Tim, but as in esteemed customer, Sir, type.
Yes, I know, a nothing, but just one of those little details of life which amuses.