Thought I would never hear of a young Ethel, my dear late MiL’s name. Her sister was Hilda, another name which has yet to be revived. The youngest member of our family is Ada, equally old fashioned to my ears but as has been noted, names seem to go in cycles.
I have a very unusual name (never met another) and complained bitterly about always being asked how to spell it. If you’d been named Anne you would still have been asked was my mother’s less than sympathetic response.
Good Morning Thursday 25th April 2024
Gary Glitter programme Tuesday
Elderly fellow gran has become loudly racist
Washing bio gel or quid in the drum
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic