I was working in London, in the City of London, I had just come back from lunch, the second lunch session,from 1 till 2. That session could be extended a bit, because you didn’t have to relieve anybody (who would be waiting anxiously for his or her lunch break). Those sessions could end in boozy afternoons in the local and, as often as not, did. There wasn’t much to do in the afternoon in the couple of hours or so you had to fill out til knocking off time. And so it was on that afternoon in 1964 on returning to the office that I lazily decided to look up in the London telephone book how many Andreweses there were with the extra ‘e’, like me. There were five. And there among them: Andrewes, F.N. (vet) - and an address in East Finchley. This casual discovery would set me off on the long, slow investigation into my ancestors that I hope to have drawn the line under with the publication of this lightweigh probe into my family tree. My conclusion has to be that these people do not define who I am.