This morning on the school run, my daughter Lola, 10, asked me “Is this World War Three?”, followed by, “Mum, what is Operation Epic Fury?” It wasn’t the best start to my day having to explain the ins and outs of President Trump’s war on Iran.
I had just double-parked in my car outside the local supermarket to buy a baguette for their school lunch – and my heart totally sank. Then Lola said: “Mum, why can’t they just meet up and talk? Then we could swim in the sea.”
