It appears to be only my family then. We’d put on a new item of clothing, go into London, pick up my aunt who lived in London, watch the parade in Chinatown, have a meal at one of the restaurants, buy a huge bag of White Rabbit sweets to take home (and often a lot of other snacks) and I’d often get a red envelope with a fiver in. My mum would often buy a horoscope magazine or book with predictions based on your birth year.
