New book revisits the games they just don't make anymore
My kids literally couldn’t wait for this book to arrive. I foolishly told them it would be coming by post the following day, in the way you promise them something and then threaten to withdraw it if they don’t eat their carrots. They demanded to know the name of the book. Thirty seconds later, we were out the back playing Red Rover, Red Rover. The carrots would have to wait.
Joe and I stood holding hands, lined up opposite Freda and her mum, and roared Red Rover, Red Rover, send Freda over.Freda ran as hard as she could and tried to break through our hands. We didn’t let her, because we’re men and unable to let anyone win for the sake of it. (I’ll shoulder some of the blame there, given that Joe is only three.)
