Moving On

I discovered today, after 50 years, that I have gypsy blood.

Not a lot, but one or two of my ancestors were apparently "travelling folk". My mother kind of mentioned it in passing.

Which led me to reflect upon the fact that, had I come to power in the late seventies or early eighties, when it would have been reasonable to have described my political outlook as something not far removed from undiluted Nazism, I may have finished up having to gas myself.

A chilling thought for a chilly night and perhaps a time to be thankful that, in true gypsy style, I made the decision to move on.