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Lils has joined an after-school golf club at her infant school where she and her five year old pals will soon be learning the arcane arts of pitching, putting and wearing a Pringle v-neck. She’s tremendously excited about it.

Lils was talking to Clare and me about this, and I said, quite innocently: “Wow, Lils – at the age of five you’re learning to do something that I’ve spent thirty-eight years trying to avoid.”

“What’s that?” said Lils. “Work?”

The line was delivered with precision comic timing. I was never that good.