On Tuesday 19 September 2023, I wrote a Substack piece about that week’s big story, , and (according to my texts), I messaged my eldest son, Jackson, at 17.38: I posted my Substack.He knew I’d been writing most of the afternoon and the message swiftly bounced back with a heart emoji attached. Lazy of both of us, really, as he was only on the other side of the wall that separates my from the living room where he was sitting, typically multitasking: watching the big TV on the wall, with his laptop on his knees and phone in his hand. A few minutes later, while tidying my digital desktop, I heard a muffled ‘Mum!’, so I got up and went in.‘Yup?’
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