It was my mother-in-law’s dream: a house full of children of all ages enjoying one another’s company. The older ones were in the vast garden playing cricket under the guidance of my colleague RK. The smaller children were kept at closer range.
In the absence of her mother JR, I was looking after my beautiful newborn baby niece, swaddled in a soft cream blanket that matched her peaches and cream complexion. Her eighteen month old cousin sat patiently in his pushchair, overseen by his Indian grandfather.
But where was TPR? I went inside to ask my sister-in-law if she had seen him.
“He’s in my bedroom, trying to persuade the others to hire the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre for our next family get-together”. This suggestion very much met with my approval.