There are two, or possibly five, men in my family tree in three, or maybe five, generations around 1090 who had — you guessed it — three or possibly up to eight wives, who are giving me hair-tearing fits.
I don’t even want to tell you how many of these recursive and possibly fictitious people have the same names.
Because really.
So this is how I feel about these people right now:
Bulluc sterteþ
bucke uerteþ
murie sing cuccu
The Rabbit of Caerbannog
Needs no caption
And last but not least
Oh!! And then there’s this:
“Medievalist Shares Ripe Fruit Of Penis Tree”. I’m not posting the image here, because if I do, FB will perversely select that as the image to accompany this article; but it’s worth a looky-loo.
