This issue wasn't written by my teenagers. They wanted £100 for a paragraph. I did offer to pay them in exchange for some good-quality copy. They are still thinking about what to write.
So am I.
In the meantime, my sixteen-year-old son is leaving school. He's just applied for his first summer job with a friend of ours. It's not what you know! Most of his friends are applying to stack shelves at Sainsbury's supermarket, as apparently they pay £10 per hour.
Can you remember your first paid job and what age were you?
I had my first job when I was eleven, working as a Saturday girl at my Dad's shop in Putney. We traveled the 20 miles in his white van together. I'd clean fridges, make tea for the tv-repair men in the smokey back room and serve customers popping in for PP3 batteries, lightbulbs, and hoover bags. They were the days. The best bit was the greasy sausage rolls from the bakers over the road which I'd eat for breakfast with a can of coke:
"Shh don't tell your mother!" Dad would chortle.
Important life skills.
Above, is a photo taken in 2016 of my daughter and dad (rip) playing chess in his garden. I've included a few family games to "play" in this newsletter too. Hopefully, it will be more interesting to read than my Dad's choice of newspaper which wasn't his usual daily.
By the way as you read through this Issue, remember to look out for the links to click.