I, on the other hand, am one quarter American (from Georgia, y'all), one quarter of me is Derbyshire mining stock and half of me is from Clapham, Saaaf London.
My paternal grandfather was a cobbler, and one of his legs was shorter than the other. When my parents met, my father described my mother as looking like a sack of potatos, and told her he didn't know why he was going out with her because he didn't like fat women.
My maternal grandmother dumped an un-named very rich man to move to England and become a miner's wife. My great uncle loves genealogy, and as a result I know that I have ancestors on the Mayflower, in the Domesday book and on both sides of the Salem witch hunts.
My grandfather proposed to my grandmother over the phone. He said "Sally, you're going to have to marry me!" and she replied "...I guess so."
Family history is fun!
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God-damn Radio 4 pre-emptively ripping me off all the time.
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