So we have a new dog in the Duthie Park. A fluffy white Westie pup, all of three months old.
Nothing remarkable about that, I hear you say. And indeed it is true there is no shortage of cute wee Westies (and some larger and grumpier ones) in these parts.
But this new friend does have one unusual feature: her name! None of your common or garden Kirsties or Floras or Mollies for this little lady.
"Artemis! How very distinguished!" Gail exclaimed, and I experienced a brief pang of jealousy, wishing for a moment that I was named after a rather awesome Greek deity.
When folk hear my name, the most common response is thus.
"Bertie? Oh yes, he looks like a Bertie!"
And what's more, it is said in a voice which suggests the person is suppressing a gentle chuckle, hardly calculated to make a chap feel important or distinguished.
What do people say when they learn your name for the first time?
PS We do not have a photo of Artemis, so you will have to make do with yet another picture of me in the park, taken a couple of weeks ago - there are far more leaves on the trees now.