I am dyslexic and when I was a child I had a book called "A Stick Doll's Diary" I always read as "A Sick Doll's Dairy."
As part of a job I had to write a letter about a man who had been in gaol for three years, I wrote that he had been in goal for three years.
My poor friend Louise Smith once received a postcard from me addressed to Louse Smith.
Sometimes it’s just the small things that press the bruise isn’t it? 😢

