And just who do I think I am?

A remnant of my 3 month rabidly addictive OCD and over-enthusiastic wine-drinking whilst spending too much credits on the Scotland's people website finding the skeletons in my ancestral closet. Must be about 7 years ago now. I lost myself in a three month family history obsession. Got back to 1600s in one line and been itching to go back to it this past week for some reason. Maybe it's because of the unanswered questions nagging the wee revelations already discovered.

Like finding out one of my great grandas wasn't my great granda after all, following some wartime Intrigue (confirming the stoppers branch are Italian in name only), or uncovering the mysterious loss of another great grandad overboard on his passage back from some high stakes engineering on the Aswan Dam or the loss of another great Granda in the murky depths of the Bridge of Balgownie in unexplained circumstances, as well as some sudden dead ends that need to be cracked, and two Lord provosts in my dads line (much to my mums annoyance).

Or maybe it's because I still need to know where my madening personal traits and brain fails come from before my short term memory goes completely. And it's going fast, yet again forgetting where the car was parked tonight after leaving late with another colleague and offering them a lift, they might have been quicker sticking to the bus. But then we wouldn't have been able to enjoy playing "don't fall over and break a limb, get concussion or both" on the sheet ice in the car park at 8pm in the dark. Or maybe it's all because it's January, and we all need something to get us through January. And those scotland peoples' webpage credit spending MUST be accompanied by wine.