Writing Out Loud Again...

The internet has tried my patience today...unbelievably slow for a start then those idiotic messages kept popping up...long running script and such like...

Ancestry was being silly as well...going from the old set-up to the new one everytime I so much as looked at another date and Find My Past has a free weekend which is a sprat to catch a mackerel because you have to sign up and then remember to cancel the subscription they'll snatch from you the very second the clock strikes twelve...and the freebie doesn't offer anything that isn't already on Ancestry anyway...

Himself's nine times Gt Grandmother was married at fifteen...Norfolk you see...they do things differently there...and I found out that it was the norm for Mediaeval Spanish Royals to marry Uncles off to their Nieces...then there was the person who happily put someone's Will on their tree...the chap had died in 1680...the Will was dated 1879...

I mentioned finding one of Himself's Aunties and he said she was dippy and when I asked why, he said she used to bring her own tea-pot and kettle when she came to visit and brought him chocolates that were mouldy...

So I came back with one of my Courtesy Aunts who had Winter and Summer curtains and never put the heating on until the 1st of November...she wore her coat and an old felt hat indoors...not surprising, when you think. And she made junket when we went for tea.

My favourite God-parents were quite away with the fairies actually...my Uncle was named Dundas Dundas and he'd been blown up in Burma in the War and had a metal plate in his head...he played chess on his own and drank neat Whiskey...Aunt Irene was glamorous and wore high heeled shoes and Elizabeth Arden cosmetics. She had a lady 'who did' who grumbled about the rings on the furniture left by Uncle Dundie's whiskey glasses... Aunt Irene used to take me to rather grand and imposing hotels for afternoon tea and she smoked cheroots in a long holder...then we'd go to the park and dig up tree saplings to plant in pots when we went back to their flat...

Now see what you've made me do...go off on a tangent yet again.

We're supposed to be having cable internet rather than those iffy wires that get themselves tangled round tree branches every time the wind blows...but when this miracle occurs is anyone's guess...could have done that instead of the bridge...bet no-one in our street would have grumbled about it.

Better go then and have supper otherwise I'll be rambling away for half the night...