When did you realise it was all over? For me, it was a couple of days ago when my son found me sobbing on the kitchen table. I had in my hands HMRC’s letter ordering me to buy some software and do my tax return five times a year. He (17) was insouciant: “What’s the problem, it’s just another laptop thing, why are you so het up about it?”
I replied with gut wrenching sadness that the world I grew up in is over. He and his brothers will never know it. It’s gone. And he can’t even appreciate what he is missing.
