They say that you can choose your friends but you cannot choose your family.
But I’m glad that someone chose my family for me because they are the quirkiest bunch of characters I could ever dream of being related to.
My family (husband excluded) is very small – it essentially consists of my mother, father, sister Julie, nephew Max and the perennial enigma that is Uncle Stephen.
But there is enough material there to give Signund Freud a headache: my father’s peculiar obsession with maps, my parents’ aversion to banks and cash cards, Uncle Stephen’s insistence of wearing slippers wherever he goes, my mother’s steadfast belief that half the population are complete simpletons. It all makes for some wry analysis, some of which I hope to cover in this blog.