On my mother's side of the GOF family I do not know any living relatives, and there is only one older cousin on my dad's side.
She has a large clutch of children and grandchildren, most of them living within downwind spitting distance of her in Victoria.
Whenever she has an advance warning of my visit she gives them all a cautionary warning about the black sheep of the family who, whilst still a teenager, nicked off and ran away to New Guinea, and
"if any of you lot choose a similarly rebellious attitude you will also end up living a life of squalor in some North Queensland jungle"
Cousin Liz has memories about me which pre-date my own memories about me.
Apparently in 1951 alongside the country road between Castlemaine and Daylesford there were three ramshackle unoccupied cottages.
Relics from the 1850's gold rush.
Liz's fanciful story relates that I had an imaginary friend living in one of the old houses. His name was Uk. Uk apparently had a very productive and interesting life, and my stories about him often entertained my parents during the one hour drive between the two towns.
As that great Prince of Pontification would have it;
"The best predictor of future behaviour, is past behaviour."
Yes Dr Phil, you nailed it.
I indeed have had a couple of imaginary friends since then, and I would not have wished for it to be otherwise.