I was recently contacted by a schoolfriend after 20 years. I was puzzling over my utter lack of surprise to hear from her and why memories are so fresh… and then realised it’s because she’s been in my sewing box since the early eighties…
She also has an unusually-spelled name* and when we first met, she spelled out her name to me and I wrote it out on my pin cushion. Just like this.
Hello again Aimée. See, I remembered how to spell it properly! Didn’t I?
*I am indeed Georgeina with an ‘e’. It comes free with lifetime membership to the ‘I have to spell my name EVERY time’ club. The story goes, hours before the deadline, my father was dispatched from the house to register the birth of his latest daughter.
“How d’you spell it?”, he bellows from the front door, “is it ‘George’ with an ‘ina’ on the end?”
“Yes” bellows mother from somewhere in the house.