A slice of 'Pie in the Sky'

Yesterday, I was transported back to childhood. My pie chart (the results of which I blogged about in my last post) took me back to a wonderland of imagination about my genetic background.
Because I was firmly expecting more Western European and Iberian Peninsular results, the mix of Scandinavian and Irish really excited me. My imagination took me to Dublin, and to the wars fought there with the Vikings. Did one of my long ago direct ancestors sail there for war and end up marrying a local girl? Maybe one of my ancient family members wrote the Leabhar Cheanannais (Book of Kells), or one of the other early books Ireland is famed for? Perhaps I'm descended from Brian Boru?
Of course, none of that will be true, but it did give me a chance to daydream.
The pie chart was like getting a really nice free keyring when you buy an expensive car, or the plastic toy in the box of cereal - the one you waited days to get, eating breakfast you didn't even particularly like. Very unimportant in the scheme of the larger picture, but a very nice gift, nonetheless.