Imagine my surprise when just over a year ago i found out i likely had a brother i didn’t know about.
A DNA test then confirmed it – Brother Paul.

Well this weekend i went to Wales… and BP met his extended family for the first time. As did his daughter, Alex, with his wife ( Tracey ) meeting all her in – laws.

A lovely weekend it was, too.

We’ll never know the facts around his conception ( because that’s not been admitted to ) but it was in Exeter in 1962.
He was adopted at birth and always knew he was adopted, because his adopted mother always made a point of telling everyone.
Quite funny that … or perhaps not?!

Anyway, now he knows far more about his origins than he did before.
And that makes me happy.