Pay close attention all ye Patricias, Tishes and Trishes and, too, all ye Davids attend.
This is stuff you cannot make up.
I went to GFS in 1959 and my brother David, was born that year in Sinoia.
At the end of 1960 I was made to leave Guinea Fowl School, because my stepfather could not pay my boarding fees, and the following year, 1961, my sister, Patricia was born. She, when she was old enough to decide, became Trish – unequivocally.
Also in 1961, unknown to me at the time, David Brooke-Mee (who was to become my stepson 15 years later – and is today my best friend) was also born. …and in 1964 his younger sister, Patricia, was born and she was to become TISH.
Still with me here?
My brother and sister have (had, in Trish’s case) the surname WILLIAMS. Now pay attention at the back there! This meant, of course, that my mother was Mrs Williams (it IS important).
Tish, remember(?) was to marry, in the 80s, one Spike Williamson (that’s WILLIAMSON) – pay careful attention here.
Come the 1990s and I have been stepfather to the Brooke-Mee children since 1976 and Margaret and I are living in South Africa.
On a visit to South Africa, and staying with us, are Spike and Tish. They have taken Spike’s mother to stay with her sister on the other side of town.
Debbie, a cousin to my brother’s wife, phones to contact MY mother.
Spike: (answering the phone): Hello
Debbie: Hello, is Mrs Williams there. (he is used to the …son being dropped from his surname)
Spike: No, she’s in Randburg. (forgetting he now has a wife…)
Debbie: Oh, (slightly puzzled) …er, do you know how I can contact Trish?
Spike: Oh, Tish, she’s here, hang on.
Tish: (coming to the phone) Hello?
Debbie: (not recognising the voice) Is that Trish (Tish is used to this, see?)
Debbie: David’s sister?