When I returned to bed early this morning sleep still eluded me. At the moment I’m ready for a nap which, I hope, explains the all time dumbest question I have ever asked.

Keith is working on my family genealogy. Today several birth and death certificates arrived from Wales, including the death certificate of my great-grandmother. When Keith told me she died of constitutional syphilis I was so shocked I said something about how awful and then asked if she had children.

Keith was leaving the room as I asked the question, stopped, gave me a rather odd look,

then we both started laughing.
Honest, I meant did she have children with syphilis.