Monday, 2 December 2013


There’s a workman in my house, fitting a gas boiler, who just mentioned to me that he knows my daughter, he was the year ahead of her at school. I am now old enough that my kids’ peers are Corgi registered tradesmen.

Babe’s newest rheumatologist (arthritis doc) is twelve. This is a registrar, so the child must have taken A-levels when she was five. It’s okay, I can have the female Doogie Howser treating my child. I’m just having issues thinking that my child’s friends and peers are out there being adults and doing adult jobs.


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