What's'is Name?

After No.1 Son emailed me the other day with some more tips on IT wizardry, I quickly replied to thank him - like you would. But his next rejoinder included the following:- "I'm taking a wild stab in the dark that you have just replied to lots of emails and been signing them off as Pen! :-) First time for everythingI guess; just reads very funny to me! If I were one of those shaky flaky characters who's paranoia has consumed them and the world around them, I could roll up into a ball crying 'My Mum has disowned me! Woe is me! Right, that's it, I'm changing my name!!!!'...... but I'm not so I won't. Loves ya, Dermot." Yes, he'd guessed. I had been sending mail, left, right and centre, to Blogland pals all over the world, and instead of my usual 'Ma' sign off to son, I'd typed 'Pen'.... OK, so he'd rechristened himself Dermot. I could live with that. He, he, he... Speaking on the 'phone later to No.1 daughter, I told her of the joke, just to keep her up to speed should she too get an email from 'Dermot' instead of her Bro! We had a good laugh about it. But it didn't end there. Friday evening, 'phone rings. 'Hello?' says I , with my customary, non-specific greeting. I was then besieged by a giggling daughter, spluttering a little manically in my ear. Eventually when we'd both composed ourselves a little, I got the gist of what she was attempting to tell me. She'd just sent her Bro a text which should have said 'How are you?' , but predictive text had overtaken...as she punched 'send' she realised what it actually said was 'Howard you?' Luckily, he knew that she knew (!) about the Dermot thing, and with his usual quick wit, he'd replied 'Fine, thank you Mildred! Love, Howard.' Needless to say, Mildred is NOT the name my daughter started life with, so here I was with two grown up children, Mildred, Dermot - or possibly Howard - transformed in the twinkling of an eye into unknown entities! I may not have managed to capture here the true hilarity of the on-the-spot experience, but I still have to crack a grin to myself each time I think it over. Love to Blogland - from ? (If anybody can tell me who I am today, I would be grateful...)