The Anonymous Widower

Off To Broadstairs Today

In a moment, I leave for St. Pancras to get the fast train to Broadstairs, ostensibly to have lunch and a few sherbets with an old mate.

I have memories of the town, where we used to go to visit my father’s brother. I always thought that he never fathered any children, until I met one of his grandsons, who traced back to a wartime bigamous marriage.  Every family has skeletons and mine has more than most.

The strangest thing now, is that when I go on a trip like this, I now make sure the house is tidy before I leave.

July 4, 2013 - Posted by | Transport, World | , , ,

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