Strange Conversations with Your Offspring

A day or two ago I drove youngest into town and somehow the talk turned to half breeds. I think he’d mentioned stripey horses aka zebras.

We did the Liger, Tigon.


What is an ass, son?

Mother. That’s a donkey and a horse breeding.

Just so :o)

I’m a Half-Breed. Anglo-Scot. Or so I thought. It’s much more complicated.

And as for him. A WELSH grandfather too.

And – thanks to Teflon Tony (nothing sticks to him) and the Good Friday Agreement, because my son was born in Ulster…he’s now eligible for dual nationality via the government. He’s waiting on his Irish passport to arrive. Clever boy!

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