There’s nothing like a good BBQ or family time and last weekend we had both at once. All the parents decided to break tradition and not make biryani for Eid. Everyone looked at each other nervously at this huge change. No amazing biryani? As the toddler would say, “Wow. Oh no!”
We needn’t have worried though and it turned out to be a brilliant day, with brilliant catch ups and brilliant food. As usually, we didn’t really get a photo of all us looking the same way but we did throw in a good game of cricket. And by that I mean most of us just stood about chatting away, not paying attention to any kind of fielding and letting Z run around like crazy after the ball doing it all for us. I did bat a good few “sixers” though (that’s what they’re called, right?) before the Other Half caught me out. That photo is of me going to hit him with the bat.
Both boys were in their element running about the huge field and i realised I’ve never noticed how huge the mill in the background looks. It was one of the famous cotton mills in the town where I grew up and one we walked past every day on our long walk to school. Weirdly, they had a big liquorice factory in it too and the smell would be amazing. The workers were allowed to hand out deformed liquorice to anyone passing by, back in the days before strict health and safety laws and I think it’s why a bunch of us still love liquorice to this day. It’s mostly just offices now and there’s sadly no free liquorice in sight anymore but it make me think of how a building can be so iconic to someone’s childhood.