I turned up at my old workplace to be told I had better hurry up and moderate the meeting that had just started. I wanted to know who was going to be writing up the report and my boss said: “You”. “Like Effy Jeffy, I am” I said.
Later I met SG and AL and told them about the dream I’d just had in which I’d said “Effy Jeffy” to my boss. They laughed kindly and took me shopping for second-hand shoes. A private Lear Jet landed nearby to take SG on her golfing weekend. I made a fool of myself by pronouncing it “Jeer Let”.