They say you can’t pick your family…bloody obvious really, but oh how I wish I could.
Because first on my wish list would be very rich Grandparents who have passed on peacefully and left me a fortune. Or a trust fund. Or a big house in the country….you get the idea.
My parent would be a two parent family and be hippies, allowing me the freedom to have missed school and travel the world, or live in a kibbutz for a while and then travel the world. I would have been educated in the school of life, be able to speak a dozen languages and eat a phal without batting an eyelid. I’d have friends everywhere and a constant tan. I’d be able to sail, ski, hunt and mountain climb. Be the best sportsman ever but be gracious in defeat. I would understand women, cricket and baseball.
I wouldn’t change my wife for the world, …………(yes, she will read this).
My kids will have gone to Oxford or Cambridge, other than for a daytrip to Primark, and would gain first class honours. They will have won the boat race by themselves. My son would have joined the Foolight brigade and become funny, and my daughter would give Carol Vorderman a run for her money. They would both marry into royalty of course.
My extended family would be beautiful people rather than a carbon copy of the Addams family. Family occasions would involve everyone playing an instrument and singing in harmony – a cross between the jackson 5 and the Jonas Brothers. Everyone would talk to my cousin as if he were normal…and he wouldn’t be the Banjo player.
Its not too much to ask is it?
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