I was bored, but I didn’t say so. He always disappeared with his fishing gear on a Sunday afternoon. This was the first time he had allowed me to come.
Sunday afternoons were when my Mum’s sisters came to visit, with six children between them, all girls. Usually I sat quietly in a corner amidst the maelstrom and watched my mother play referee, a fixed smile on her face.
‘Mum’s family are loud,’ I said suddenly.
‘Yes,’ Dad grinned. ‘It takes patience, Son!’