Today I found just about the whole family out in the garden, all playing Top Trumps: Ants. There was little or no arguing, and everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves.
I was almost surprised not to find Uncle Zoltan out there too, saying 'That's not how we played Top Trumps when I was a boy!' but it's probably too sunny for him.
This isn't exactly the Outdoor Exercise that Wilson's psychiatrist recommended, but it's good to see him getting some sunshine and fresh air.
Between hands, while the cards were being shuffled, I interrupted to ask W how his Periodic Table of Ants was coming along.
He frowned with blank eyes, as if racking his memory...
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