I was over visiting my friend Carol when this happened. Carol and I are old school pals and she has two kids – at the time of this story, her daughter Carly was nine and her brother Neil was six. I married relatively late, and when this happened I was still single and childless.
Carol and I hadn’t seen each other for some time, so we were having a bit of a catch-up over coffee. There was no sign of the kids – Carol told me they were both upstairs in their rooms, doing whatever kids do.