I've never met a Gaylord pfr. It's of French origin and means high-spirited and boisterous. Gay didn't mean what it does nowadays when I was young. One could say someone was wearing a 'gay' hat, meaning bright and cheerful.

We cleaned for quite a posh lady until fairly recently, and one day her grown-up son arrived, a very nice chap, who introduced himself as Humphrey. (She called him Humph) I can't explain why, but I mopped and swept for the next two hours giggling to myself.

Names are strange in their way. I'm Elizabeth, and as a child at school was painfully thin, with legs like matchsticks. The other pupils called me Skinny Lizzy and I hated it. Nearly every other girl in my class was either a Susan, a Linda or a Pat.