Brains has set up his Wii on the portable telly and Clover’s thrashing her opponent in the boxing ring. Gramps is reading in his room, the littlies are all in bed and I have no idea where Denis is lurking.“Thump.” Clover hits the air with the Wii controller. “Thump, thump, thump. Bash.”“You’re pretty good at that,” I say, watching her annihilate the other boxer.“Brains is obsessed. Plays it all the time. What is it with boys and computer games?”I shrug. “Not all boys. Seth’s not a huge fan.”She pauses the match. “How is lover-boy getting on in Roma?”“Fine, I think. He sent me an email today, but it was a bit funny.”“Funny ha-ha or funny peculiar?”“Funny peculiar.”“Why?”I shrug again. “Don’t know. Maybe he’s going off me.”“Did you print it out?”“Yes, why?”“Read it to me while I sock it to this sucker. I’ll translate for you. Boy-talk can be rather cryptic.” She starts punching again.I’m glad Clover hasn’t asked to read the email herself – I’ve scribbled all over it.
