My mother arrived yesterday from Athens, and tomorrow my uncle and aunt are coming down from Manchester. Chaos will surely ensue! My uncle is a force of nature, my aunt constantly talks nine to the dozen, my mother acts like a dazed alien and my grandmother is already complaining about how all this is going to mess with her routine.
And I will have to sleep on the sofa... (And be woken up at the crack of dawn I assume when my grandmother gets up.)
Whatever. That's what family is for. To create chaos. And give headaches. But seriously now, I like my uncle and aunt. They are fun, tiring, but fun.
Today we had my aunt, cousin and her eldest daughter round for dinner. I cooked pizza! From scratch! I made the dough and everything! It was the first time I had ever tried it, and it was surprisingly easy. Everyone seemed to like it, except my grandmother. Old people, what can you do? They will always complain.
And as if I hadn't won enough brownie points from my eleven year old cousin's daughter from giving her pizza for dinner, I won even more when I told her I've read all the Harry Potter books and seen all the films. She high-fived me and asked me to come to the new film with her! When an eleven year old high-fives you does that automatically make you cool? It certainly made me feel less old!
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