I mentioned a couple of weeks ago how the fish and chip shop misspelled my name. Tonight I ordered our usual fortnightly meal, and clearly gave my first name. When I went to collect it, there it was in the warmer, the exact order, with the number they had given me over the phone. The name on it? BAKER.
Today was our annual parish fete. I used to work at the fete for years, a few years ago, in the counting room where I recorded the takings from the various stalls, and giving the counters a total to balance against. My kids went to the parish primary school, and I used to recognise about 2 out of every five people at the fete. I was there over an hour today and only saw one person I knew. Admittedly I haven't been to mass for many years. My wife was the Catholic in the family.