y grandparents, in the latter stages of their lives, lived in a small corner terrace two-up two-down house. Every Sunday, my mum would pile us three kids into the car and drive over to them for lunch. Lunch was a 30-strong family affair with all the aunties and uncles, and more cousins than I could count on my two hands. Everyone brought a dish to share, and there was always a big pot of something on the stove needing a stir. As young as I was at the time,
