“Hello Aunty Lisa, would you like to play on the bouncy castle?” Before I could answer, I was squirted by another cousin with a water pistol! This is going to be a great family party – I thought to myself, as I smiled bravely through my drenched hair! And indeed, it was. As I reflected on our time together in the car on the way home, one of the things that struck me was the diversity of age ranges that were there – from 14-month-old Harriet to 94-year-old Granny. And how everyone, regardless to which generation they came from, had…..
I have a very clear memory of playing a particular family game. I am probably about 6 or 7 years old, it is a picture book sunny afternoon, the there are small cotton clouds floating across a bright blue sky. My whole family squeeze into our rather battered orange beetle. “Where are we going?” asks my sister. “I don’t know” replies my father. “We are going to play a game” says my mother. “What sort of a game?” asks my foster brother. “A fun one” my mother said! It turns out the rules of the game are really simple. Each…..