I thought I would post this, seeing as the horrific ex-boyfriend* who wanted me to write something for his history blog is clearly never going to.
*he's alright really.
When I persuaded my Dad to take the box down again and let me take pictures for
this blog, it became obvious that this wasn’t my Grandad’s box. It turned out
that it belonged to a guy called Robert William Sumpton, who was a boyfriend of
my Gran’s. I was a bit pissed off about that to be honest, because it meant a
bit of what I thought I’d known about my Grandad was gone, and that I only had
the pigeons in Trafalgar Square. Then I started looking through it.