My kids are all absent, but here’s a transatlantic phone call with my brother and our extremely deaf and elderly father to fill my Saturday afternoon
It is a recent tradition that our adult children spend the night back at home with us the day before they travel anywhere far away. As parents we may have a diminishing relevance in their lives, but we remain very handy for the airport.
I hear the middle one pull the front door shut behind him at 5.45am on Saturday morning, off on a week-long business trip. When I next wake up it’s almost 9am, and the house seems emptier than ever.
