Being served a three-course supper in my bedroom, I tell the lady who delivers and collects my trays that there is no need to knock. She is wearing a crisp white short-sleeved shirt and a black skirt. Her hair is cropped to her head and her earrings are silver disks. She is large and our exchanges are very polite.
As she brings my pudding, I pluck up the courage to ask my question. It takes a while to explain but she is patient. She taps my leg when she understands 'New Year's Resolution'.
'I have no idea', she says when I ask if there is a reason for it, 'I have never thought to question it'. She tells me her mother picked her first name from a book. She was born on a neighbouring island.
She smiles and says, 'Enjoy your dessert', warning me that it is hot. I thank her and tuck into my chocolate pot.
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