Oh dear. I'm glad she forgave you.

I think my bikes know I'm well on my way to becoming a complete dottering old fool, and I may call them any name of anyone I've ever known at any time.

As a kid, I always thought it was cool when my grandad called me by my mom's name, and I felt positively triumphant when he called my by his kid-sister's name! Helen...I liked her too!