DW mentions a person called Sara at his restaurant last night. Which reminds me of the folliwing true story:
In 2006 we handed a hire car back in at Launceston, Tasmania and asked the man at the desk if he could recommend a good restaurant for dinner.
"Yes," he said. "Try Stillwater and ask for Sarah and tell her that her father sent you."
So we went to Stillwater (which is a mighty fine restaurant, by the way) and asked for Sarah
" Hi, I'm Sarah"
"Hello Sarah, good to meet you. Can we have a table for two? Incidentally, your father
recommended you."
She went very quiet and rather sad.
"When did you meet my Dad?"
"Just earlier today at the hire car place."
"My Dad died 2 years ago."
Of course, this was an altogether different Sarah. Well, we felt about 2-feet tall.
I mean, it's not our fault they had 2 Sarahs, is it?