Working in care homes opened up a whole realm of names that weren't really their names, to me.
"Oh, I'm Beatrice, but everyone has always called me Timmy"
"Oh, my real name is Eliza, but I thought it sounded more racy to be called Lil, once I got interested in boys".
"Nobody's called me Harry for years. I used to tell the girls my name was Joe, and it just sort of stuck"
"I'm Peggy. It's short for Elizabeth"
"Maud's my middle name, but mum and dad always called me Betty, not my first name, which is Gloria"
"I didn't realise you were speaking to me, because nobody calls me Harry. I prefer Alfie, so just tell people it's my name" 