Dear Jessica Brennan,
I have to admit, it isn’t just Dad who’s getting a bit thick with time. I, too, now seem to have the attention span of a hamster. Here’s an actual conversation we had at Sagi of Wortley the other night.
Me: We forgot to ask the server her name.
Dad: It’s MaryLynn.
Me: Mary Anne?
Dad: No, MaryLynn.
Me: Marilyn?
Dad: MaryLynn.
Me: Oh, Muriel.
Dad: (shout-whispering) Muriel? How the hell did you get Muriel? Not Muriel! MaryLynn!
Me: She’s a lovely young woman.
Love,
Mum xo
