Well, that was embarrassing

Trying to learn the names of 8 schoolchildren on a course today, 2nd week but I wasn't there for the first one. "What's your name?" "Ryan" "Ah, right, that will be easy to remember since you're the only boy on the course". "No, Alex is a boy". Alex, standing next to him looking mortified. Alex with the fine features and long, blonde curly hair sticking out under his helmet. Alex is Alexander, not Alexandra.
I genuinely feel really bad about it and there was nothing much I could say. A lesson learned.

We were ran a series of events in Plymouth earlier this year for Primary schools. Whilst I was strapping one of the the finalists in I spotted what was clearly one of his parents cheering for him amongst the spectators. I said to him
'Shall I get your dad to come forward and cheer for you from right in front of the bike?'
'That's not my dad' he replied.

I thought it must be his uncle then and entered a few more results in the computer. Just before the race started I asked him again if he wanted his uncle to step forward.

"She's my mum.....'

I don't know who was more mortified me or him.

I bet you get caught out again somehow Will.