Last night, when we got back from the weekend away for the wedding I realised that I was a day late replying to another wedding invitation, so I rushed to email "yes please!".
At about 2.30 this morning, I woke with the realisation that I had started my email "Dear J and Zoe", but that the bride's name was Zebe. I'm friends with the groom, and have not met the bride to speak to, but still!
I tried to think of a way to make it ok. That maybe if I explained about the treatment, but it's so intangible. I can't prove it's the treatment making me stupid, and not that I just don't care whether or not I get the bride's name right. Oh horrors.
So, today I sat down to write my grovelling email. But just before I did thought I'd double check... The bride's name is Zoe! Sometime's its so good to discover there was nothing wrong, except you are paranoid.
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