The marriage

So here it is at last, Charles Ernest's marriage certificate and I can see from it that the John Perkins whose family I have been researching lately is indeed the correct one. Trust me, I am on familiar, first name, neighbourly chatting terms with pretty well every John Perkins who has walked this land over the last two hundred years! Next step will be the arrival in about a week of John Perkins' marriage certificate. From the free BMD (births, marriages, deaths) Index, I have narrowed his wife's maiden name down to two possibilities, neither of which put her into 'baronet's daughter' category but, never mind, it's all good fun and quite fascinating.

(I wonder if BBC's 'Heir Hunters' programme would give me a job? 

Cymraig

Today was my first Welsh class, from 8,30 till 10.30am, just nice, as it doesn't break up the day and I feel as if I have done something worthwhile before my first coffee of the day. (We'll gloss over the fact that Keith persuaded me it was in a totally different place to where it actually was, so I was 20 minutes late getting there.)

The other seven people on the course are workers, so it's even more satisfying that I get to go home at the end, whilst they have to rush back to work, but then, they get it paid for and I have to shell out myself, although it is still a good deal. It is an accredited course and you can continue with further levels over six years in total, by which time, I imagine, you could be a worthy candidate for the Eisteddfod.

So, look out for my first post in faultless welsh, folks!

Just don't hold your breath...

Noswaith dda.

(Now I wonder if Paddy will respond any better to commands given in welsh? Yes, OK, ridiculous thought.)