I looked out of the living room window after dinner and saw that the long-threatened rain had arrived.
Sam suggested putting in a video.
After some negotiation, Mark and I got our way and I started Brief Encounter.
“What is it about watching old films on a rainy Sunday afternoon?” Mark asked, snuggling up to me on the sofa.
I was about to reply that they held a great deal more appeal now I had someone to watch them with, when…
“Black and white!” Sam said with mock disgust. “How old are you two anyway? Maybe I should call you both Granddad rather than Dad.”
Mark threw a cushion at him. “Shut up and watch or go upstairs and do your homework.”
“Already done it.” Sam grinned, threw the cushion back, and turned his attention back to the screen.
I laid my head on Mark’s chest and he
