I receive a phone call.
'Hi Bryony, it's Jim here from Victoria Falls. Ruby and I would like to book for the last weekend in November. Martin will also be joining us.'
Jim, Ruby and Martin from Victoria Falls? Who the hell are these people? They speak to me like we are old friends. Quickly, I try to remember anyone who has ever stayed with us from Victoria Falls. They all have other names. I put the phone on loudspeaker so John can hear but he just shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.
He babbles on. 'Is it OK if the Robertsons join us for dinner on the Friday night? We were going to stay with Pete and Marie, but they have the Coetzees with them that weekend.'
This is terrible. The Robertsons, the Coetzees, Pete and Marie. Why don't I know these people. I am so afraid I am going to give away the fact that haven't got a clue who they are.
Finally, the booking is made and I am just about to say goodbye and then look these people up on Facebook, when he asks if I can send him directions.
'Directions?' I repeat. 'Don't you remember where we are?'
'Oh no, we've never stayed with you before. First time for everything,' he laughs and I breathe a great sigh of relief.
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