The twins are seven now and have already developed a keen nose for ‘controvassy’.
Every after-school debrief is dominated by various outrages encountered during breaktime games of ‘catch’.
Catch is what they call tag, or chase, or tig as I knew it.
Den loitering is their chief bugbear. To both their minds, the individual who emerges briefly from den only to gesticulate wildly in the direction of whoever is ‘on’ before stepping back to safety, is a monster.
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