I especially remember the family Sunday get-togethers in Biggin Hill, where aunty Cynth would cook mountains of roast spuds, just like nanna's were, with various vegetables and meats, and two or three puddings, and we would still have room for salad, tea and cakes!  There was always laughter and singing.  And as her first born niece, and God-daughter, I always felt a special bond.