Five Generations in One Day, Pain, And Christmas

It was my dad's birthday last week ie just before Christmas, which I always think is very inconsiderate of him. Because it was a "big" one, the whole family got together (with the help of a food and petrol subsidy for my daughter) for lunch at White's in Steyning. We had a whole upstairs room, and very enjoyable it was too. Even the children behaved (although it was funny when daughter's daughter didnt see the plate glass window as she ran to her mum (the nose mark was still on the glass as we left). This picture shows five generations of my mum's family and four of my dad's. My mum's Aunt (aged 92 and complete with marbles)is my daughter's son and daughter's Great Great Great Aunt. Other offspring (not present): Lee, white shirt, right, has a son; Sandy, white shirt, centre, has several children, and my great aunt, white shirt, left, has many descendants of her own.
And these are my dad and his descendants on the male side (not all in direct line).

Then it was back to my sister's place, where the tragic incident with the trampoline and the plant pot related previously took place. It still hurts like hell, so I'll give the doctor his due, he is right so far about the time period of pain. Poor old Mellie has had to do all the carrying and driving. Christmas was spent consuming copious amounts of "300 Old Ale" from the Chiltern Brewery while sitting in the Kings Head in Aylesbury, (see how tense and in pain I look) before returning back to the house in St Mary's Square for some anaesthetic and some light reading.