Garden Party

There's been a social gathering in the back garden of 3 tiverton (my childhood home). An older guy has arrived late and Ive come in from the back garden to the kitchen to find him some food as I think he's hungry and its late.
While I'm sorting out some food I become aware that karen (my brother's scottish ex-wife) is sitting our living room - she must be staying over. and I'm listening to her accent thinking she's sounding very much like a geordie now! As I mention this from the kitchen, I hear that my voice sounds quite scottish to her. As I pop my head in the living room to say hello I can see she's sitting in my mum's chair and my dad is moving towards her to pick something up near to her. I have the feeling that she would just ignore him if she were on her own (in front of others she could appear friendly and open but underneath there's a selfishness and uncaring aspect that I don't like).
I'm going back out to the garden with this long awaited food, but its so late that my old friend is retiring to bed in our big caravan that has now appeared. But it is now my friend 'P'and his son C' that are here. I see his son first he's just brushing his teeth getting ready to go to bed. I say hi - then notice there's some water on the floor of the van underneath a sink on the wall. and the hot water tap is left running but on further inspection its actually a pipe underneath that has lost a bung and the water is just pouring out!!! i'm trying to plug it with my finger but know I will need to fix this properly.
Next moment Karen pops her head in the door, P is in his bed at this point and without knocking she just comes into his space (which I think is a little thoughtless and lacking respect for his privacy) then her partner arrives with their young (2/3yrold) son. Her partner is holding the boy and leans across the bed thrusting the little boy towards P to say hello...(I'm thinking good grief ..give the guy some space..he's in his bed!!!) But surprisingly..(or maybe theres not much choice...) P springs up, leans toward the child and playfully nuzzles his unshaven face into the littel boy's. (something my father used to do with me). As he does this I catch a glimpse of P's body underneath the duvet and am surprised to see he's lost quite a bit of weight and looks toned. He looks at least 10yrs younger. A dream of the unexpected!