I go home in one of the holidays, or over summer, and dad tells me that grandad’s printworks, Clare O’Molesey, where he was a proofreader, have shut down because of a dispute with the NGA, and he is now unemployed, with, I immediately assume, no family consideration. I take dad’s side completely, and remake my lineage as 100% Kenneally. Just before I went to Southampton dad had insisted I went round to see grandma and grandad and it had been awkward and odd. I haven’t seen them since and now I won’t speak to any of the Clares for another thirty years.