Why do all the women in my family feel like they have to save the world!

I really badly need to post, however I have very little to say that would have any consequence to anyone who may read this. (I'm in a scuzzy mood, crappy hayfever, I need my mammie! See her in 120 hours!)

The picture is of my mammie, my brother David, and my sister Lynsey-kin-Rodgers and myself, (this must have been when I was about 4 or 5; I was bald until I was three, so I look like a wee boy! I hated the home league ladies back then with their failing eyesight, even in pink dresses they called me "Sonnie!" Gave me a thick skin so they did.)

We were in Butlins, which is a kinda cheesy holiday park in Wales I think. My dad is taking the picture obviously. My mum put this picture in an album for me when I moved to the states; it makes me laugh. If you knew my family you would know that the women run the family! Opps! So, to see my brother hiding behind my sister, amuses me. They are chatty amongst their friends and family, and seriously, the funniest people in the world! My big brother is hilarious, and if you pair him with our Jonny, (my brother in law,) you better make sure you haven't drank too much, they are awesome!

Just before I left Scotland, one of my mentors, Mary, pulled me aside and told me of a conversation she had with my big brother. She asked him how he felt that his wee sister was moving so far away, especially with Lynsey living in England. This was his response, "Why do all the women in my family feel like they have to save the world!"

Wavy Davy, if only we could...