Mealtimes take on a comically unpredictable air. Always able to lighten even my darkest moods, my family guess openly how much food will end up on the floor. A tired and tremulous father facing Spaghetti Bolognese has them scurrying for the camcorder, with barely concealed glee. We take our seats, I reach for the parmesan and, ten seconds later, the table looks like a nativity scene. We are all sobbing with laughter.
Jon Stamford
Neuroscientist
Illustration by Hanwarr