I had cards printed, and very pretty they are too, with my full hyphenated name and the full address of where I live to save me having to spell it all out every time we need to fill in a form for something somewhere. I just hand over the card and let them get on with it.
I was telling my taxi driver, Bob, today that it will come in handy when I can’t remember who I am or where I live . I just have to pull out the card from my purse I told him, but then I realised I might think I was called FlyBuys or 16 Footers or even Greater Banking haha.
We have a book in our community hall now with everybody’s photographs and interests which is a good idea.
When most of us have failing vision everybody tends to look the same, and as we don’t meet up all that often unless you play cards we tend to forget names.
So I ran into one of the residents at Coles this morning.
“Hello”, she said, “Audrey” and she said she still had one of the cuttings from a newspaper for me and that it was a lovely story (the Newcastle Herald Topics one about the chandelier).
“That’s nice”, I said and we chatted a bit then I said I had to rush off because my taxi was coming and she said she had to go because her husband had to do something with his car. (Possibly drive it)?
“Goodbye Audrey, ” I said, “nice meeting you.” She said “I’m not Audrey, you’re Audrey!”
“No” I said “I’m Eunice”, and she said, “I’m Margaret.”
That is a problem because we already have another Margaret, and I know her well. So thank goodness we have the got the album of photographs up in the hall so we can go and check who it is we think we’re talking to next time lol.