Sunday morning, the Lion's kitchen was lit up with an electric blue flash of lightning, followed by a loud clap of thunder. The lights are turned out, and the house is filled with darkness from the greying sky, except for the occasional flash of blue lightning. This storm is relentless and doesn't appear to be letting up anytime soon. Sam switches on the dining room light and it flickers a bit, threatening to go out completely.
"How will you play today if this is going on?" I ask, taking my seat at the long table, he places the plate in front of me, along with some cutlery. It smells so good, and I'm just hoping it stays down.
"We've moved the game to the indoor sports centre, which is great because we still get to play, but the area is smaller and we haven't played there before, so none
