What’s in a name?

Me and Mr McG

There was always huge confusion over my husband’s name. When we met, he introduced himself to me as Alexander. (Mind you, he also told me he gave dancing classes...but that’s another story.)

So Alexander is how we, my family, my friends knew him. But. All HIS old friends called him Sandy. And as for his business friends, that was a grey area. So when some of these groups intermingled, it led to conversations like this:

“Is Sandy joining us tomorrow?”

“Who’s Sandy?”

“??”

“Oh...do you mean Alexander?”

“Who’s Alexander?”

and so on.

Some kind friends tried valiantly to adapt but you could see it was a struggle. I ended up calling him McIlroy. Which confused everyone.

“Have you seen McIlroy?”

“Who?”

Anyway, I was going to tell you about his legendary cucumber phobia but I seem to have written the whole post about his name. Cucumbers will have to wait.