Da Doo Ron Ron Ron

Why do so many people type Ron instead of Rob in their emails? I chalked another one up today. It reminded me of when my old workmate Roger and I kept a running tally on a post-it in my desk drawer when colleagues got our names mixed up. Which was surprisingly often.

A disaster this morning when I realised there was no coffee in the flat. At lunchtime I tackled the ensuing headache by strolling around town with a latte in hand, until I reached Axmouth harbour. The boats are mostly on their hard standings for winter, so I wandered between them, spotting their names as they dwarfed me. Guinevere, Mistoffelees, Hunky Too. An eclectic mix of names, and presumably owners.