Guess what? Apparently my parents never got married after all.

I guess I just, you know.. ASSUMED.

I googled my brother, Stephen Bint. My sister said he had written a few things for the net, and I wanted to see what I could find.

Stephen is a homeless Englishman who lives in a tent in the woods. He eats out of bins and smokes cigarette butts he finds on the road. Though he once worked for a short time as a C programmer, he prefers to describe himself as a "keen amateur".

He was an author for Linux Gazette and wrote CTIO (probably a bit boring unless you have an interest in Linux!).

He hated the idea of land ownership... really REALLY hated it, which is why he was homeless - he chose to bike around with his tent.

When he was little, he wrote something... Mum hasn't found it again, but it goes something like this:

Yellow
Yellow is the sun.
Yellow is a sunflower.
Yellow is butter.
Yellow is happy.

Yellow is Hepatitis.

*laughs*
When mum finds it, I will go and get it laminated for her.

Stephen had a journal with him. My sister is going to bring it back so that we can read it. I'm really looking forward to it. I wish I had been able to keep in contact with him through email.. but he rarely got access to a computer, so I probably wouldn't have heard from him often anyway.

It never occurred to me that my parents have no wedding photos. Mum hates having her photo taken.. in any case, I just never ever thought of it.

I think I've asked when their wedding anniversary is.. Mum must have skirted around the question artfully, and I suppose I let it go.

Mum wears wedding rings, but probably from her first marriage. I remember I asked once why she had two on, and I got a nasty response that she didn't want to talk about it. I just assumed it had something to do with the circumstances of her previous marriage.

Dad never had a ring (again, I never questioned that). When I was about 10, I found a gold ring on the roadside, and gave it to him. He has worn it ever since. Even THEN I never questioned why he didn't have a ring. I think I asked mum why.. but I never sat back and thought "gee, that's funny....".

Wow, am I thick.

Do a google search for "Emma Morgan".


(Yes, I have known about my "alter ego" for a long time)