A later revision saw a considerable retrenchment, though I was still to be found in France, Germany and the Low Countries, and had a charming pied a terre in sunny Sardinia.
The latest iteration, however, has me confined with almost offensive exclusivity to the British Isles.
It's true that I'm not aware of any continental forebears since Jean Renatus Giberne and Marie Le Menuet escaped here from France in the 1690s, and together they make up less than 1% of my genetic inheritance - but is it likely that my family would be quite so insular? Perhaps it is.
The graphic sequence irresistibly reminds of the opening credits to Dad's Army; but that's probably just a sign of the times we're living in.