I love this picture of my dad. Drinkin wine (that thing he's holding camouflaged in his beard is in fact, a wine glass) at my grandparents place, with some of Mum's English relatives a long long long long time ago. I was just a little tyke, annoyingly running around taking pictures of everyone while they were trying to chat about important things and drink their red coloured poison. I had such a weird perspective of those get togethers, like every one of them (they were rather regular) was such a big event! I obviously didn't get out much when I was 11.
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