When I went to my grandma's for Sunday tea, from my earliest memories, her circular table had room for five chairs at most. That meant grandma, her sister and brother-in- law, my mum and my dad. We two children could stand, sit on the horse-hair sofa or, as we preferred, on the floor near the fire. What was on offer was passed to us. Grandma sliced away at a new-baked loaf and mum spread the margarine and home-made jam. If you've ever sat on a horse-hair sofa with shorts or skirt and bare legs you will understand our preference for the floor - a tabbed rug with no strewn fish.