One of the main side effects of Christmas (along with stretched waistlines and strained credit cards) is seeing relatives one doesn’t usually run into. Pictured here is just one small branch from my dad’s side of the family (and my parents on the right). I’ve actually lost count of how many cousins I have – seventeen or eighteen, I believe. There’s another family of seven on my mum’s side, but they’re even harder to get into one room at one time (presumably because they’re supervillains with secret identities).
This particular group (if you include my parents and I) hasn’t been in one room for seven years. But we managed it on Christmas Eve, and had a rather nice lunch.
I’d like to think there’s some kind of forced perspective happening in the following photo, because I swear I’ve made CJ look smaller.
