Exciting news from my father’s cousin in Canada. ‘You asked about our grandfather, there is much to tell,’ he writes.
‘You may be surprised to know that George’s mother was a gypsy. So it seems that we have some gypsy blood coursing through our veins.’
As I read the email, which my father had forwarded to me, I shouted at the builder boyfriend: ‘I knew it! You’re not the only gypsy in this household!’
He was outside checking the oil in my car, and shouted back to say he didn’t know what I was on about this time. But when he came back in wiping the oil from his hands and read the email, he admitted that it was an amazing coincidence. His father’s mother was a French-born Romany gypsy and medium of some repute.
So we both have a bit of gypsy on our father’s side. And not only that, we are both a bit Italian on the other side.
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