One of my great grannies (that is, one of my great grandmothers) was born in Inverness, Scotland, and so was her mother. Her mother was born into a Munro family. That means that our ancestors came to Scotland about 1100 years ago from what is now called Northern Ireland. You could say that that side of my family is good Highland stock.

My mother's mother, my maternal grandmother, was a German jew from Berlin who married my maternal grandfather six weeks after meeting him in London, England. They were a married couple for over 50 years and never had a cross word!

My mother was an only child (that means that she was the sole offspring of her parents) and she married a student who was studying medicine at University College of the University of London. He was the elder son of a polish jewish family. When he had qualified (which means that he had passed the final examinations to become a doctor), he decided that before he settled down to become a doctor, he wanted to see something of the world. So he joined the Merchant Navy as a ship's doctor and went off for several months on board a merchant ship, leaving his wife to find a job and earn a living.

His wife got a job as a clerk in the Admiralty office in Charing Cross in the centre of London. The Admiralty was the organization which controlled and administered the Royal Navy. While she was working, she met someone who told her three things about himself:

  1. His name was Sydney.
  2. He was a sailor.
  3. He was staying at Clarence House.
Now, my mother was no fool and was pretty intelligent and she knew that if Sydney was staying at Clarence House then he must be a member of the Royal Family; and she very likely knew that the only member of the Royal Family who was in the Navy was Lord Louis Mountbatten.

Thus, my mother had a relationship with Lord Mountbatten during the months of September and October 1937. When she had had her ninety-second birthday, she told me that it was a loving relationship and it was sex, sex, sex all the way. She said that he was the gentlest of all, and she should have known because she outlived three husbands. The relationship came to an end at the end of October 1937 when her husband came back from sea. Naturally, she took up marital relations with him again (that means they had sex), and when she realised, probably in mid-December 1937 that she was pregnant, she thought the child was her husband's. Through my knowledge of myself and of Louis Mountbatten and my mother's first husband, it was not difficult to see from which male I inherited my salient characteristics. I then changed my name from Sian Leitch to Sian Mountbatten courtesy of a Writer to the Signet.

Thus, Lord Louis Mountbatten, known to his family as Dickie, was my father. That means that Prince Philip, the husband of Queen Elizabeth II, is my first cousin, that Her Majesty is my third cousin and technically, I am a member of the Royal Family. Charles, Prince of Wales, and his brothers and sister are my first cousins once removed. One of my great great grannies (that is, one of my great great grandmothers) was Queen Victoria.

Here is a picture of my father.

And here is the photographic evidence of my being a Mountbatten. On the left is a photograph of myself aged 15 while on the right is the photograph of Dickie's mother taken in 1906.

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