We were all guests of BC, her husband G, 11 year-old Z and toddler N. Their house near Hastings was tiny: B and G gave up their bedroom so that TPR could have their bed. (They would sleep on the sofa with N.) It must have been around the time of N’s birthday because my father sent him a beautiful hand-painted card.
In the evening we all watched television together. It was a bit of a squash, especially when C the dog took it upon himself to wrap his warm furry body around my neck. We also found it rather peculiar that a series of strangers came to the window to look in at us from outside.
Z explained that this was the way that the locals entertained themselves. Until his parents put up some curtains, the whole family had to put up with this.