And, frankly, do you?

Still, in the interests of total disclosure (at my discretion)...

A few days ago, I reblogged a piece imagining the night I was conceived, back in 1942

http://alphamin.blog.co.uk/2009/08/09/my-conception-about-my-conception-6685145/

Well, this aftenoon, I have been culling all the papers I still have of my father's, who died in early 1996. Away with the old! Most of it is bank statements solictors letters accountants pontifications rent statements & other things duplicated that there is no longer need for - though I have checked with the family solicitor, wimping out before the final shredding.

But among the papers a letter (details of why he wrote it 2c2x - too complicated to explain) in which he says he and my mum 'had to consult a surgeon' before she could conceive me.

Well, I guess,
in theory,
this will give me something to talk about, sitting by my mum's sickbed.