Facing my fear

Philippa was ‘out with the girls’ tonight, so I spent the evening with Ted and Beryl. I’m not sure how she did it, but Beryl convinced me to show them my tattoo.
Ted was his usual self and said “Most people won’t know how to spell her pissing name anyway, so why worry?” He also said “We had real tattoos when I was in the Forces. This stuff nowadays just makes you look like a poof.”
Beryl was great though. She said “It looks fine Rory. If you don’t point out the mistake, I bet hardly anyone will notice.”
And I can’t help thinking - maybe she’s right.
Research says that as long as the first and last letters of a word are in the right place, it doesn’t matter what order the other letters are in, as the brain will recognise the word and interpret it as correct, without you noticing the difference. (Thank you, Wikipedia)
Psychologically, this feels like a bit of a breakthrough. Next time someone asks to see it, I’m going to show them and see what happens.

RC 1-7-11