Names


I do wish the locals would pronounce names correctly.
During an introduction someone said to me: I am Liseli (Elizabeth), this is my Husband Hansi (reserved for budgerigars in Germany) (Johannnes) and this is our grandchild, Denis.
I shook the proffered hands and introduced myself, while thinking, that Denis looked a nice-enough lad.

Six months later, I happened to bump in to Denis at a local festival and was a little surprised at the slight swell under his shirt.
Now, though, even the most unobservant dimwit would realise, that Denis is really Denise!
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