Cousins

One thing I have in abundance is cousins. As disbelievers have observed, I always ‘have a cousin who…’ story to contribute. Hats off to my maternal grandmother: Old Annie Scott, matriarch extraordinaire who had 11 children survive her. To boot (as the Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe may have remarked):
Florrie
Nellie
Nancy
Joss
George
Bill
Margaret
Barbara
Edith
Frank and
Jack.
Between them, they have given me 22 first cousins. With 3 on the paternal side and others who we called cousins but strictly were the children of my mother’s good friends, that’s a lot. There are about twice as many girls as boys. When you consider my granma was pretty formidable, the aunties are great organisers, stubborn and a force to be reckoned with, what hope is there that we, their female offspring will be nice quiet girlies? None. That’s got that out of the way then.