I received a nice book from my mother for my birthday. She is known as Fud or Nana Fud, short for fuddy duddy.
She gave me the book last night at Waves on the Beach in Frankston, which wasn't a bad place to eat. It was a family gathering for my birthday and my step father's eightieth birthday.
The book is called A Wild Life and it is an Australian story.
Here is the inscription she wrote inside.
To dear (old name) . Happy 50th birthday, 1907.
A lovely true story. I hope you enjoy it.
I did not understand what the 1907 meant. I asked her. She looked puzzled for a minute and then realised what she had written and shrieked out loud and caused other diner's attention to focus on us.
There are very many similar instances as to why she is called Fud.