Julie's Boggle

I have to wonder sometimes if I’m not losing my edge with all the baby-related stuff that has replaced my day-to-day working existence. Sure, I pit my wits against some of my smartest friends in daily Scrabble battles on Facebook — but is this really enough?

This doubt surfaced yesterday as I was leaving our church’s Moms-and-Tots group with Jonathan. I looked up and across the road and there was a chap that I knew from work. He was walking quite briskly in our direction but clearly not going to spot us if I didn’t call out.

I moved towards the edge of the pavement and drew breath to call out to him. But oh dear, what was his name?! Um, Richard… No, that wasn’t right. R-something… Randy? No, definitely not. I could picture him holding forth in meetings, leaning on my desk partition and talking to me, but – argh! – still not remember his name!

He was already past us now and striding quickly away. My moment was passing rapidly and with a sigh, I crossed the road and walked off in the other direction. One backward glance revealed him quite far away now and I turned the corner into our street. Ruben! That was it! But too late.

Ah well, he probably didn’t have time to talk anyway…