We had some very good family friends who we visited quite often at their home in Yorkshire – they had children of roughly the same age as my elder brother and me, so it worked out well for playing together.
I was particularly pally with Yvonne, who was the same age as me (eight at the time of this story), so we had probably the most to do with each other – our friends’ two boys were quite a bit younger, and my brother was three years my senior.