I haven’t been able to verify this scientifically, but I am nevertheless beginning to realise that time can simultaneously speed up and slow down during the school summer holidays. As I write this, I am less than a day from sending my oldest son to secondary school for the first time. It is a change I am not ready for, in every imaginable sense.
Emotionally, I’m not prepared for my bright-eyed little boy who still calls me “Daddy” to become a lumping great brute who exclusively refers to me as “Bruh”. But in a practical sense, I have only just realised that I have done almost nothing to get him ready.
