Two recent situations seem so sad to me. I work in a thriving branch library. One day last week a grandad came in with his granddaughter, probably about 6 years old. He sat and read a newspaper while she sat and looked at books. Not one word was said until after about twenty minutes they left, still with never a word. This afternoon my DH was on a train. It had stopped raining and the sun had come out. The train journey is a really pretty and interesting one. A granny got on with a little boy (4 or 5 years old). He sat and listened/watched very loud nursery rhymes on a phone the whole journey. Not a word was spoken. I just feel these were two lost opportunities to communicate, to build relationships and memories. To pass on information and knowledge. To share special moments. To share stories. To point out trees, animals, anything of interest. Our DGC grow so quickly. Blink and those precious years have gone. We are no longer special magical beings and just have to settle for courtesy visits. Their little hands will no longer clutch ours and they won't hang on every word we say. Why ignore these oh so precious times. Or am I just being a silly sentimental old fool?
Is there such a thing as delicious ready meals?
Shall we reboot our cartoons thread again? 😁