I've found a Popple

I'm researching my family tree. As you know, this geneology lark is de rigeur these days so I thought I'd hop on the bandwaggon.

It's not as easy as it looks, especially not if you have a name like Smith and relatives who insist on dying before younger generations get round to caring about their past.

Anyway, yesterday I had the very great honour of informing my Dad of his grandma's name. That's not something you get to do everyday. I'm quite chuffed with myself. And her name was Agnes Popple, which is even better. It's such a great name, you can't help but repeat it to yourself. Agnes Popple.

So it's not all bad, although the black clouds are looming.