Manor house blues
Not exactly family....but could've been!
I went out with a girl from uni who was a bit eccentric. I went out with her for a couple of weeks until she said "come back to my house and I'll show you my paintings."

"yes" I said.

When we finally arrived in sometinshire (cant remember exactly) we went to a petrol station in a small village. I looked onto the horizon and saw a nice looking house. I said "ooh there's a manor house over there!" And of course she replied "I know, that's where I live."
I thought "ace".
A huge 250 roomed house greeted me, as did various house keepers, and an old woman who who looked like Hyacinth Bucket. (Kirstens mother).
Found out my gfriend was daughter to a Lady, relative to someone royal.
The night was awful because she had coincided my visit with her nob friends coming round. Well of course I got lost in the house after drinking 2 bottles of marks and spencer white. I ended up in one of the many toilets. Being sick.

I had a phone call the next day from the LAdy saying she was upset that I had smashed a vase, vomited on a rug, and scratched a period door by falling into a table.
(Master of Toss has piles, Sat 17 Sep 2005, 10:48, Reply)