<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Family on isoul.uk</title><link>https://isoul.uk/tags/family/</link><description>Recent content in Family on isoul.uk</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-GB</language><copyright>© 2026</copyright><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://isoul.uk/tags/family/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Growing Up in a House Where the TV Was Always On</title><link>https://isoul.uk/off-the-stack/growing-up-in-a-house-where-the-tv-was-always-on/</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://isoul.uk/off-the-stack/growing-up-in-a-house-where-the-tv-was-always-on/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I grew up in a house where the television always seemed to be on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were a lot of us at home: older siblings, a younger brother, my parents, and me somewhere in the middle of all of it. Looking back, that probably explains why so many of my memories are tied to screens. There was nearly always somebody watching something, playing something, recording something or arguing over what was going on next.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>