My sisters maths master was Legg. He announced to the girls that his missus was preggers and if a boy it would be called Ivor and if a girl, Eva or Iona.
The great event took place and the old man ran into him in Windermere, pushing the pram.
"Congrats, what sex is the baby?"
"A girl."
"So you called it Eva or Iona then?"
"Oh, I was just joking with the girls, we called her Margaret."
Quick as a flash, the old man responded, "Oh, you mean Peg"
They hadn't even thought of it.............