I discovered something new about one of my (deceased) uncles this week and it got me to thinking that however well we think we know a subject, there’s always a fresh angle to explore.
Turns out ma’s brother, Joe, had a monkey. Not sure what kind (presumably one of a manageable size, which rules out gorillas and orang-utans) but apparently it lived in his house and travelled with him in the caravanette when he sallied north from Bristol to visit his siblings. Nobody seemed to know when or from what it died - assuming it did. Maybe it stayed on in the house when Joe passed on. I’d like to think so.
How can I not have known this? I’m prepared to accept that there’ll be lots of ancient feudal stuff to which I’ll never be privy. But to be ignorant of the fact that we once had a monkey in the family seems ridiculously remiss. Read on...