Short sightedness is a bind in more ways than one, as I’ve discovered whilst recovering from a cataract operation. I’m writing this on a dimmed down iPad, (no pun intended) and on the plus side, my house is starting to look a lot brighter and the enforced down-time has been excellent for ruminating over family history. Principally about the newly-released 1921 Census for Scotland. Eagerly anticipated, I was initially somehow vaguely disappointed, oddly flat. I knew
