A lazy, humdrum rather boring Sunday afternoon; I was just starting to nod off on the sofa, listening to the tv and the winds blow outside. But then, I came in here to check facebook, and saw something that made me well up: Kat has posted a picture of Oliver there, sat on my dad’s lap and holding a small toy cricket bat. What made the photo special – indeed, rather punctic – was the fact that they were sat at the old family kitchen table. At that table, my brothers and I grew up; the table of countless breakfasts and sunday lunches; the table where I used to sit and draw as a young boy; the table I remember Mum roll pastry on; the table where we played monopoly and Risk and Dungeons And Dragons. It is a family table, full of memory, and to see little Oliver sat at it now, the newest member of the family, makes me feel very happy, as if another generation is now growing up at it.