I was delighted to find out recently that us Morrisons have some relations living in the same village as us. From some family checkups over the festive period, it turns out that I share two of my great grandparents with someone who (nearly) shares my postcode. This means that one of Iris’s best friends at nursery is her third cousin.
Explaining this pleasant discovery in a friendly kitchen on New Year’s Eve, I was amused to observe that the usual shenanigans went on. “Your third cousin is your second cousin’s cousin, right?” and so on. (Exaggeration added for dramatic effect. See earlier post). Confusion was banished with the help of the edible diagram depicted herewith.
Also occurs to me that one’s siblings are zeroth cousins, in a sense.