It appears that by a thousand twists and turns and about thirty generations, I am connected to Henry 2nd of England.
I’m waiting for my Dad to retrace his steps and give me the evidence.
In the meantime, there’s no need to curtsy.
I could(or Dad could) very easily be wrong. And even if we’re not, we’re talking royal by homeopathic dilution.
It would explain my temper though….
On that very silly note, I’m off to take some pain pills and go to bed!
Good night all!