"I lie back in the sun all kissed out by my niece"

IT’S 9am, down in the garden and I’m sitting on a rug in the sun. Beside me, my younger sister is lying face down.

She’s slightly hungover, or to put it another way, still a bit drunk.

Last night, my husband persuaded my sister to watch Holland’s World Cup game against Costa Rica with straightforward tactics: wine. The fact that she’s married to a Dutch man was never going to swing it.