Seeing Tara on skype bumps their energy up a few notches. They crowd round the laptop, raise their voices, shift and shuffle and gesticulate even more than normal – we can't really arrive at answers or even hear Tara's questions.
We enter the room each wearing one of the coloured cloths. Our eldest conceals herself under a cloth and intones the things she likes about Milton Keynes: I LIKE … THE MARKET. I LIKE … HENNA. I LIKE … WATERMELON.