We’ve had our first ‘I’m booooored’ of the summer holidays and, even though I was prepared for it, it still wound me up a treat.
Were we as entertainment-dependent as this generation?
Molly is five and is into everything – books, trampoline, bikes, dancing, wrestling. The list is endless.
The only problem is, each activity tends to last for about five to six minutes and generates more energy and enthusiasm for the next.
I do understand it, she’s five and wants to play all the time, but I’m old and cantankerous.
Summertime entertainment is cyclonic in its very nature. The more you feed the energy-consuming beast, the larger its appetite for fun becomes.
By tea-time she’s bouncing the Space Hopper on the trampoline, using the skipping rope as a lasso on her brother, whilst eating biscuits and singing – and that still isn’t stimulating enough.
I’d like to see how she would have got on in 1978. I spent a whole summer making a raft for Action Man from ice lolly sticks I found in the gutter – it was only the lame jokes that kept me sane.