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.