People so do not get my double name. I say this because I got a letter today at work addressed to Julieanne Broten-Oble. (Didn't mind, truth be told, as it evoked a fond memory of of our friends' son Sam who used to call Stu and I collectively 'the Oble's'.) The other day as I signed for a recorded delivery the postman (who, incidentally, is a dead ringer for Sean Connery - not a word of a lie) remarked that he wouldn't like to write my name out out after a few pints. I often get Julie-Anne Broten-Noble which I think looks like I've been blessed by the hyphen fairy. And that, ladies and germs, concludes my mini rant for the day.
I had a driving lesson tonight after work and, well, it wasn't a disaster, so that's promising . . .