I was thinking............. My nephew's first attempts at plotting the family tree revealed that I have 2 children living in Coventry. This came as news to me as 3 nights spent in a hotel near Coventry with my then wife and a detour around the A45 once when the M6 was closed are my only experiences in and around that fine city. It's difficult to imagine I fathered two children on those occasions without noticing and indeed without the mother noticing, although perhaps that says something about my romantic abilities and is a bit less fantastical. Therefore what follows needs to be taken with a liberal helping of salt.
However, his further inquiries suggested that, based on the family name, my family may in fact be of Norman descent. I suppose the Normans were the first real immigrants since they came when there was some semblance of an English nation, which didn't exist when previous invaders waded up the beach.
The other interpretation, based on geographic distribution, is that we're Celtic. That means that we pre-date the Romans, the Angles, the Saxons, the Jutes, the Vikings and the Normans.
THAT MEANS BEFORE ALL OF YOU LOT.
We were quite happy making things out of iron, living in our roundhouses and periodically slapping on the woad and having pitched battles with neighbouring tribes or even on very special occasions with the Picts. Then in you came with your Pax Romana and your aqueducts and your sanitation and your roads. And then your fancy stone castles and cathedrals. And that French cooking, well! That Boudica, she knew how to manage her borders. Off home the lot of you I say.