Cultureshock

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Like most people I have quite a big family and like most families we've had our ups and downs but I love them all very much. When I was little I'd spend every weekend with my family. Saturday meant one thing, the weekly pilgrimage to my Grandmas house. The whole family would pile into her tiny front room; brothers and sisters, aunties and uncles and a small army of cousins would perch on chair arms and lean on sideboards just so we could all fit in.

 Saturday meant the grown ups sitting around drinking tea and gossiping about this one and that one or listening to the Newcastle match on the radio,  while we helped ourselves to treats from Grandma's cupboards. Saturday at Grandma's meant getting into trouble with my supposedly older and wiser cousins, especially my partner in crime, my cousin Elaine. We were inseparable, and still are really. We used to spend our afternoons raiding Grandma's jewelry box for clip on earrings and diamonte broaches (well it was the 80's) or we would keep ourselves amused for hours playing football and hunting for wild animals in the garden, we only ever managed to find a few ladybirds but then again Wallsend isn't really known for its wildlife . We were always laughing, we'd giggle until we couldn't catch our breath and one of the grown ups would have to  take us indoors to sit down and shut up for five minutes.

In time I got a little brother, he's called Luke and when he was old enough he got to join in the fun of Grandma's house on a Saturday. Saturdays were loud and they were crowded and they nearly always ended in tears, or exhaustion! But Saturdays at my Grandma's are  some of my happiest memories. My cousins and my brother and I are all grown up now, now we're the ones who sit around drinking tea and gossiping whilst the the new children in the family, the great Grandchildren get into to trouble at Grandma's house on a Saturday.