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One of my first ever memories is of my grandad
teaching me how to play chess, and he had Parkinson's
so his hand was really shaky and he could easily knock a piece over.
But I used to play a lot of board games with my family - my dad, my sister, my uncle.
And every time I see a game, it kind of reminds me of home.
I suppose that's buried way down in my mind,
but I quite like that.
"Would you like a cup of tea? "
"Yeah, lovely, thanks Gran."
When you're playing with your family, winning isn't so important.
You are really interacting. No nonsense and no TV.
"That's not a word. You know it's not!"
The fun is rolling the dice and taking a chance and
holding your breath in anticipation.
"Give me a seven! Give me a seven!"
When you don't get it, it's no big deal cos it's still fun.