It’s warm in the cottage in Cornwall.
I use the machine and make a coffee.
I go to say good morning to the kids in the garden.
Headphones on, their eyes are glued to screens playing games or watching videos, I cannot tell.
“Oh no, a bear trap!” one exclaims loudly.
“We’re peeing on a bear trap, we’re going to lose our dinkles” the other unconsciously sings to the tune of We’re Going on a Bear Hunt.
I take my coffee to the patio.