A courier with a luminous gilet and an over-sized black baseball cap arrives at my door with a package. I think I recognise him from yesterday. 'Yeh, but it was for a different number', he says when I check. I sign the computer screen to acknowledge receipt and ask my question. He pronounces it as I would imagine to be a girl's name but I don't have time to check the spelling.
Later, I meet the mother of my brother's girlfriend over a family lunch. She has come to pick up her daughter after six months abroad. The subject of my blog comes up and she offers up her middle name. A bonus. She didn't use to like it but now she has taken to using a shortened version in her e-mail address.
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