Safely back in Dizzoland

I've just spent a nice couple of days down on the Isle of Wight visiting my parents.

This post may sound like a moan, but let me first qualify things by saying that I love my parents dearly; I would walk through Hell for them without question.

The same, however, cannot be said of my Mum's unswerving and obsessive fascination with her own (and by extension - my) family.

( Family don't end with blood. )