It’s happening again!
Last year my course tutor kept referring to me as “Benita”.
This year, my lovely, elderly and very chatty neighbour keeps calling me “Belinda”.
Which begs the question: What is it about me and this near cloned B name?!?! Answers on a postcard please!
Charlie says: I dream of a world without flashy things and pawparazzi.
As for being called Belinda, I don't mind really. She's such a lovely woman and maybe I remind her of a Belinda she used to know. I'm sure there's a story in all this that I can tweak out and create!
Happy Thursday, everyone!!!!