I love puns. All my - well, almost all my dogs, cats, cars, computers have been named using puns. The more tortuous and groan-inducing the better.
So imagine my feelings when my lovely leftie Traddie, after I'd lovingly treated, oiled and assembled her from new, when I finally started to spin on her, as that beautific smile spread across my face, the smile of one who has finally found her optimum spinning position... as all that happened, she announced that her name was Janet.
Janet. Not Letitia the Leftie, not Sinestra the Sinister, not Doppel, not Ringer, not Mirror, not even a nod to her being a Leftie nor even a Traddy. Just plain, I'm sorry but ordinary Janet. (No offence to anyone named Janet. I don't think Sally is any better a name, just I'd hoped for something a little more romantic for a spinning wheel.)