I popped over to visit my mother yesterday, keen to confirm a couple of facts following a ‘discussion’ I had with an ever-so-slightly exciteable club-goer the night before. I didn’t know that he potentially had such an insight into my family pedigree so wanted to question Mommy Chaos about the apparent gaps in my ancestral knowledge.
Apparently however, it turned out my mother and father were married at the time of my birth, and prior to retirement mum had taken the rather boring career choice of office number cruncher rather than that of the far more exciting and glamourous ‘lady of the night’.
I guess due to the intoxication level, said club-goer had got me mixed up with someone else. Easy mistake I suppose.