Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Silence is golden… but laughter is better
We had them all in the house last Sunday - the whole family, all the kids, wives, partners, grandkids and a few other strays. One minute, it was just me and the wife in the kitchen. The next, it was me, the wife and more than 20 others.
Don't get me wrong: they'd been invited - it wasn't a sudden invasion, some sort of domestic Normandy landing. They were all expected and more than welcome.
Still, though - the noise.