I recall having a chat with a friend of mine. He’s a dad of two kids, although his are slightly older than mine. During our conversation he made a comment about his children largely get on and entertain themselves without parental involvement.
My phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognise but I took the call anyway. “Hello sir, this is your AO delivery driver, we’ll be with you in about 11 minutes.” This was the moment Mrs Adams and I had been waiting for: Our new Simba hybrid mattress was about to arrive!
Forgive me for the deep, philosophical question, but what kind of world will our children inherit? I’m staggered at the pace of change in society over the past decade and feel more than a little confused about what the future holds. Actually, I feel a little more than that: What issues have us Gen X
I was about to settle down, have a drink and start gorging on pistachio nuts. It then dawned on me I couldn’t because in an hour’s time I had to collect my eldest from work.
When September comes around, it always feels like a reset button has been pressed. I don’t mean simply for the kids, but for us parents too.
