My wife’s family (parents, brothers, partners, children) join my wife, my daughter and I for Sunday lunch in The Vernon Arms today. It’s a long-winded feast, punctuated with Abbot ale and ending up with after-dinner coffees back at our cottage. My daughter and I walk up to the allotment and harvest as much rhubarb as we can physically manage to carry. We drop some off at my neighbours house, my daughter takes a few stalks home with her (when she departs for York, late afternoon) and the remainder is divided between my wife’s parents, her youngest brother and us.
I’m shattered by the time everyone disappears home and we have the house to ourselves again, so I lounge around on the sofa while my wife clears away the debris and puts the dishwasher on.