In a restaurant this evening I watched as a family of 4 came in. Parents and two children who I would estimate were around 6-7 and 5-6. They were delightful. Well behaved and, though perhaps I shouldn’t say it, entertaining. The 5-6 year old had a bowl of moules marinière. He chatted to his dad as he ate them, about what they had been doing and who would finish first (Dad had a much bigger serving). The little girl was quieter and more interested in discussing a possible choice of dessert.
No fuss, no messing about.
What's going on , on the street outside your home right now?
What do you find yourself avoiding more as you get older?
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother


