Hi Emma. My story is more than 30 years old now, but I still remember the day pretty well, maybe you do too. Actually, it’s not so much a story as a random memory, because nothing really happens. Perhaps you’ll recall that Sundays in Hoath in the early 80’s always had a pleasantly predictable and fixed routine that began with the adults heading out to the Prince of Wales pub at 11:30 for beers (and where my Dad and yours would play Bar Billiards), leaving us kids to hang around the house and "help" Grandma with the Sunday Roast - working the water powered potato peeler was always quite exciting. On the single occasion I was allowed to the pub your Dad dazzled me with his ability to drink a pint in one go, and name all the cars’ makes and model names on the way home: I’ll admit that I’m less impressed with these abilities nowadays but at the age of 10 it seemed pretty awesome. Anyway, on a normal Sunday the Adults would get back at around 2:00pm and the roast dinner would be on the table, normally a joint and maybe 7 kinds of vegetables. By this time the kids are starving. Somehow we’d crowd 6 adults and the kids around an impossibly small dining table and more likely than not Grandad would break out the home made wine. After pudding and Cherry Brandies the routine normally dictated that it was time for our grandparents and parents to sit on the sofa, smoke Benson & Hedges, and fall asleep: but not on this Sunday. That’s because this Sunday is the Sunday afternoon where a certain I.T. Botham is guiding England to a most improbable and celebrated victory in an Ashes test at Headingly. It’s the first time I’ve seen a game of cricket and everyone is on the edge of their chairs, your Dad and mine are explaining the rules of the game to me, your mum is glued to the set. During breaks in the play I’m plying your dad with completely random questions of interest to a young boy (e.g. “What’s a Stripper?” or "How does the smoke come out if you suck it into your lungs?") which he does his best to answer in all seriousness (“A young woman who first removes the top half of her clothing and then the bottom half”, "I just does"). What a brilliant afternoon.