Wot?

Those of you out there who know the word Bevington & my life which is now given over to the saving of one of these babes, will imagine how I felt earlier today , gasp, pause for breath ... when a letter arrived out of the blue. It went thus:-

" I am researching my family history and am desperate to find out where my g x 3 grandad was born. He built organs in Soho and ............ Henry Bevington himself!  What a find. Who knows what she might have tucked away in family archives. Too much to hope that she has money I suppose. More of this when I hear from her again but with no email address from her it could take time.