May is a great month: three bank holidays mean it feels like a short month in terms of working days. Even more so on days like today that went by in a flash. No idea what I've been doing really. Primarily sitting in meetings, I think.
What better way to end a Monday than with a massage? And what a coincidence to run into my boss' husband there. The massage therapist says: oh, you haven't met yet, have you?
I look at the guy but have no clue.
He goes: you must be *my name* (pronounced the English way).
Now I am even more confused.
Until Sandro says: it's A's husband.
Ah!
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