I read a book called 'A field full of Butterflies' today, about a gypsy childhood, it is always interesting to hear the differences and similarities of traveller upbringings and it brings back memories of my own childhood, I remember being called 'gyppo' and all the rest of it, and there doesn't seem to be a single gypsy who hasn't suffered prejudice.
I am not a real gypsy, my family travelled and lived a gypsy-like lifestyle, but our upbringing was much more complex.

I read all 291 pages, I can read and write really fast but I would swap that for being able to understand people and communicate with them.

Right, in a minute I am going to face gossip and go to the welfare meal and get a cup of tea, that will lose me internet time but needs must.