NfkDumpling
Yes indeed. Norman had a brother, Trevor Jump who was our postie. I remember dating him when he was previously in the Navy and mum always banged with a slipper on her bedroom floor if he was still in the house at 11pm. She'd yell down, 'Goodbye Trevor' every few minutes. Embarassing. 


Ah dear - why does getting older equate to dimished brain power?
Where Is Greta Thunberg These Days?



