Remember when I was sick in bed and a woman called to say she’d heard about my ice addiction, then offered her support whenever I needed it?
Click here for a refresher if it doesn’t ring a bell.
Well, I finally got to the bottom of the mystery yesterday.
It was my beautician.
She has a friend called Alana and a client called Alana and she mixed the two up when she dialled her phone.
Eeek.
Wasn’t she embarrassed …
How about you? Ever stuffed up like that?
housegoeshome 
It was an old girlfriend who stuffed up. She sent an e-mail to her sister, Geraldine, didn’t check the autofil, and it arrived at my Inbox. It was the “Ge..” that caught her out.
The e-mail announced the end of our relationship and was quite scathing of me, my weight and my lack of academic achievement (she was a PhD at the time) and was exceedingly spiteful.
I responded with a comment that she had overstated my weight by 30 kilos and it took her about 20 minutes to work out what I was on about! Suffice it to say the apologies were flowery and voluminous, if that’s how apologies can be!
Oh. My. God. Geoff, that’s appalling. I don’t think apologies cut it.