I excitedly removed it from the envelope and held it proudly to my chest to show my two sons, who were having breakfast at the time, saying something along the lines of "Ta da! It's here!" They both looked at me slightly quizzically before saying... "Paul? Who's Paul?"
Yes, the good old organisers had sent me the wrong race number by mistake! We all had a good old laugh about it whilst wondering if maybe "Paul" could run in my number and get me a faster time?? 🙂