Recently we had a family get together to clear the overgrowth of two years at the top of our garden.
There were the Grand children, the great grandchildren [their parents] our children and a few hangers on.
It rained, it poured, so the hill clearing could not occur. Instead and with great gusto the menfolk were put to work with log splitting and stacking under the stable.
The women were preparing the evening feast, which everyone enjoyed. I could not help but notice that our kids who failed to get along when growing up were talking enthusiastically about the next family gathering.
Funny old world is it not?