Day 6? There is a Day 6, but I’m spending most of it back in my usual haunt in Suffolk, propped up on my bed (with a beautiful view from my window), recovering from yesterday’s eight-hour trip back from the Myddle; and, courtesy of my laptop, incommunicado with the love of my life – Ancestry.com!
I do love Ancestry.com, and the website manager isn’t even paying me to make this daring declaration to the world. (But a link for free access would be much appreciated!) And, so I am back to work, pursuing my dead ancestors, and sincerely hoping that Great-something-Uncle Kynaston, didn’t unwittingly kill any of his cousins to be. His father, Sir Roger Kynaston, did, after all kill my cousin, James Touchet, a Baron of Audley, at the Battle of Blore Heath, without even thinking twice about it. It stands to reason, therefore, that there would have been further assaults upon my genetic material. But, no, such uncalled for slaughter isn’t to be found – what I find is even worse.
Unable to believe it, I spend the rest of the day, and the afternoon, still in my pyjamas, slopping out with Ancestry.com, depressed. Depressed and defeated. Ancestry.com, the love of my life. Surely it wouldn’t deceive me so horribly. I look for flawed links, for dodgy connections, for forged birth certificates. But what is done can’t be undone. It is bad. It is really bad. Really, really bad.
What I have found is – unimaginable.
TO BE CONTINUED – WATCH THIS SPACE!
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