The military moved us an average of every 18 months. New schools, new state, new country - it was an amazing childhood! But I think that constant change made our Mum feel the need to surround us with family memorabilia. Within a few days of moving into a new home, literally everything would be nailed to the wall, floor to ceiling. We were constantly surrounded by the art of our own history.

Those walls were comforting but I didn't appreciate them until prom night when my spiffy date and I bore a striking resemblance to my grandparents wedding portrait. After that, I started paying more attention. Those photographs taught me a lot about my weird family. For instance, my Grandfathers childhood friend was a goat. A priceless fact that will never cease to amuse me.