We are a very lively household, a fun family, we often laugh, joke and play with volume. My husband is the biggest kid of them all, he is always inventing games for the kids at home. His natural speech level is definitely, let’s say on the loud side.
My teenage son is a real talker, but only on his terms, if we want to be heard during one of his much loved TV programmes, be prepared for The Wrath of Khan to appear in my sitting room.
My little princess (bless her!) tries to be heard, though she has her moments, but usually gets heard last. She sulks and complains if she fails to get noticed, when we have been made aware of this terrible oversight, in her opinion, she is then lavished with attention, until forgotten again.
Me, yeah, what about me? My silence is golden, when I am quiet it is when everyone else should be on their toes as volume will inevitably follow.
Today was bliss followed by the ultimate compliment. I had prepared the evening meal of gammon with all the trimmings and as eating began, there was absolute silence. This could only mean one thing, they were totally enjoying their meal, therefore, no need for speech, no need for comment, no need for volume, only to ask “Can I have some more please?
I have seen photos of pork roasting at barbeque grills in Anguilla, Caribbean cooking at its best, I think my gammon was neck and neck, totally on par, if I say so myself.