During the summer my 20-month-old grandson was in quarantine with us. I was sitting on the sofa, reading on my laptop. He toddled over and, in an imperious gesture, closed the screen with one hand, while presenting me with a book to read to him with the other. Im not sure Ive ever been so delighted by one silent movement. I knew that boy was going to be just fine.
Im also not sure Ive ever felt more melancholic, while reading a report on a non-catastrophic subject, than I did last week, as I was going through the excellent Childrens School Lives Study.