Wii Are Family.
Today, my wife
and I met up with my parents for a session playing on the Wii.
The idea was
mooted during a spell of board-gaming on Boxing Day as something that might be
fun, and it was. The fact my wife was the only one of us to be
particularly familiar with the console was a bit of a leveller; my mum and dad
had never touched one before, while I seldom use a Wii remote for anything more
strenuous than browsing Netflix.
We started with ten-pin bowling, which was a gentle way in, before going for a more
challenging round of golf, followed by a few Wii Party games. No-one took
it too seriously; not even my mum, which was surprising, based on past evidence. It felt like something we’ll do again. Nobody accidentally threw the remote at the telly either, which was a
bonus.
It’s nice to be
doing more social things together. It makes a change from meeting up for
the odd meal now and then, which will always be a little staid in comparison.
My dad cooked for us after we’d finished competing, which was a good way
to round things off. We managed to offload a bagful of unwanted Bounty
Celebrations on him too, which was a bonus. It’s good to have the
little coconuty bastards out of the house.