So there I was, revelling in some new information which enables me to welcome some of my stray Culpins into the family file. And I was checking some, as is my wont, and I discovered two Georges born in the same village four years apart.
So far, so very ordinary. Then I saw that one, incidentally the 'wrong' one according to my recent information, had a mother called Dorothy.
And the 'right' one had a daughter called Dorothy. The eldest daughter, no less.
So now I'm surrounded by pages of notes.....and I think my head is going to explode!
More soon.