Other half came home absolutely mortified having introduced our blonde bombshell, she of the fabulous curlers and brilliant grey suit, to someone thus: "And this is my good friend Myra". Other half is now claiming it's dyslexia but I've said over and over again "It's MARYA!!!", to no avail.
All the way home other half couldn't stop singing "How do you solve a problem like Maria?" but was very miffed when I responded with "Maria, I just met a girl named Maria, and suddenly that name will never be the same...".
Anyway, i was repeatedly begged to apologise. So Marya, Mrs Bellybabe is VERY VERY sorry.



