Which reminds of a best forgotten episode of family history in which my Dad's cousin Suzanne, in voyaging around the world, was briefly engaged to some sort of Oriental prince she met somewhere in Asia, in Nepal or thereabouts. I was not in the country at the time and don't remember anything about that except maybe seeing a newspaper clipping. It was very embarrassing for all concerned when the Prince called to say he would not be attending the wedding and the wedding presents had to be returned. We do not want to hear another peep out of those people, obviously. They probably have a lot of money and political influence to make our lives miserable but we are not Suzanne and we are not impressed with their rotten attitude, obviously.
