Family

 I'm quite lucky with family. A lot of people I know have parents who've split up, or other problems. I'm lucky enough to have parents who live together, a brother who's only slightly annoying, four grand parents and a whole load of cousins.
 Still, they can all be very annoying. The other I spent the whole of my art lesson making a stencil out of fimo for my project. I spent an hour cutting, measuring and re-doing it till it was perfect. Then I took it home incredibly carefully and laid it on the table with my art stuff, ready to bake.
 Guess what? My brother came along, mistook the fimo for blue-tack, and scrunched it up. Obviously I was furious.
 My mum's side of the family is enormous, German and quite crazy and can be more than a bit suffocating. They are noisy, prone to making loud speeches in public and singing "happy birthday" in the worst english accent ever. In fact, they are always speaking to us in bad english, to get practice or something. And they ask questions as assumptions.
 My dad's family is slightly smaller, as his parents were only children, rather than having five siblings each, as my mum's parents did, and my dad only has one sister, unlike my mum who had three brothers. My grandparents are lovely, and I have two young cousins, Izzy who is seven and Cassie who is three. I get on great with both of them, and love seeing them. They're both adorable, and just about the nicest cousins ever.

 I like some members of my family more than others, but really I'm quite lucky.