At first glance, it seems like the perfect family tableau: four heads bent diligently over the living room coffee table, parents and children working together in harmony. But we’re not doing a jigsaw, or building property empires in Monopoly. No, we’re assembling something else entirely. Because the idea of a cosy night in for my family – me, my husband Johnny*, 24-year-old daughter Maisie* and son Dan*, 20 – is to buy a gram of marijuana, roll a joint and get stoned together. You’re probably shocked. I can hardly believe it myself.
We are the very essence of a respectable family: my daughter is a graduate, my son is studying at a Russell Group university, my husband is a banker and I am a secondary school teacher. We’re
