This week I have received more ‘I love you’ messages than ever before.

In case you are thinking the worst or wondering if He might have swallowed a romance manual whole, I can explain…

You see, after much pester-power (and even more resisting on our part), the Smalls are each proud owners of an email address. The excitement is no less than immense. Homework must be completed before they rush to the computer to check for any new messages and feverishly draft away their kooky news updates. PING! Off fly their amusing messages – either to me or to their quicker-to-respond grandparents.

Despite being quite sweet, I do find this new activity a little sobering. Let’s face it, we’re all slaves to our in-box. Obsessive checking for any new messages and feeling compelled to reply within minutes, life, as these little people know it, is well and truly over.

Of course, they see email correspondence as properly glamorous. They lust after this other world where an iPhone is simply an extension of your hand. Gone are the days when any of us even wonder what the postman might deliver in the way of handwritten correspondence. He’s simply Amazon’s carrier pigeon now.

As I search (online – of course) for this year’s summer holiday destination, I’m quite tempted to find somewhere completely disconnected. The idea of no Wi-Fi, TV and maybe even lacking in constant electricity is really appealing. By then it will be the digital detox my Smalls need.


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