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Thanks to receiving a taxi and major thoroughfare to the head in close succession some years back, my brain is not what it was*. One of the results is mild aphasia, where I can think I am saying one thing but actually be saying another. I'm usually better at typing, though homophones can sneak in, but speech when tired can be ... unexpected.

Which is why, at a wedding reception today, I took a wine bottle from a friend to read a label and, rather than -- as I had intended to -- announcing that I had fine eyesight, proudly declared 'Of course I can read it, I have excellent handwriting!'

It was at this point I realised that I was so tired, I had to leave early or end up telling someone that I was the Empress of Sparkliboo, rather than a keen knitter.

*On the upside, it's quite fun to live with a disorganised brain as it throws up all sorts of randomly entertaining connections!