Mary...

Our neighbour Mary has finally got the message that Finn's name is, erm, Finn. For several weeks she has been calling him Flynn. I countered each such utterance with a louder Finn but I thought I was wasting my time. Until yesterday, that is, when the penny appeared to finally drop with the stubborn/dementia-ridden one and she called our little monkey by his actual name. There is a three foot tall fence separating our two gardens, so it is a good thing that this confusion has been sorted as summer will no doubt be full of Mary and Flynn...oops, Finn, conversations.