Visiting my parents, you can always be sure to find a newspaper folded open to the crossword page. 

Every day, my dad does the crossword – in pen – while he relaxes in the garden room before supper.  This has always happened, for as long as I can remember.  At some point, I attempted to do them myself, but could rarely finish them (I don’t have a head for facts or trivia).  Now, my son will sit with him sometimes while he works away at them.

It is a little piece of home, a comfort that some things don’t change.


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