On the bus, I got chatting to John (not his real name) from New Zealand. He was born in Australia and in 1947 his mother (1) died. His dad was just home from the war and so his aunt in Sydney sent dad on his own to New Zealand to recover from the traumas. Two years later John followed but lived with another aunt for a year before rejoining his dad who had remarried. This mum (2) died about ten years later and after a suitable time his dad married the nurse (3) who had cared for her during her illness. She in turn got melanoma and was dead three years later. After a suitable time his dad married a widower (4) who lived next door. Before his dad died he told John that he had been adopted (5)! As Zig and Zag would say:
“It’s a funny old Rock and Roll world!”
“It’s a funny old Rock and Roll world!”
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