I can’t remember people’s names. No one’s. In fact, there’s a running joke in my house that I once referred to my own four children as Big Milo, Girl Milo, Milo and Small Milo when I was struggling to remember all their names in one hurried instance. (I should point out it’s a joke only Milo finds funny, but in my defence, I do have four of them, it is quite a lot). Read this story
