My grandmother turns 80 in a few weeks, and this weekend we all got together to celebrate. It was a very civilised meal in a nice place in Rutland, and there were representatives of all the families there (in a slightly Mafia way). My grandmother sat at the head of the table, grimacing and smoking a cigar, while my dad and my uncle sat either side of her, sporting semi-automatic weapons. No, really.
Ok, perhaps not. But there were lots of my family there, and it was a great opportunity to catch up. Later that evening, after an impromptu visit to a late-night garage on a journey home that saw me lying very comfortably in the boot, my father made some very strong Irish coffee, and then the family disappeared to bed one by one, until my cousins Peter and William and I were the only ones remaining. We watched much 'invader zim' and then decided we were making far too much noise, so we disappeared to the garage for a while. When Peter started phoning William's friends at random, (by this time it was 3.30. 'I didn't wake you did I?') it started getting thoroughly wierd. We went to bed shortly afterwards. Family are so much fun.
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