That’s what happened with back to school day. When I was at school, it was the little kids who howled as they were lead away to 10 years of hard labour by stone-faced teachers. Mums looked on anxiously maybe, but no actual tears. Not in 1972. Not when Benny Hill was king of the telly.
But now it’s all back to front. Now, the mums are all crying as the children go back to school. Now the parents are angsting at the thought of the first day back. No one’s laughing now. No more Benny Hill for us! No more nylon vests like in 1972. It’s all natural cotton these days.
I feel bad now for being a bit harsh on modern parents. This is a real thing you know, an actual condition. The Daily Mail found a psychologist who says so. It’s called ‘Back to school syndrome’. Our dog, Dougie, calls it separation anxiety, but he’s a dog so it’s obviously different for him. What does the psychologist suggest we do to cope? I have taken the liberty of summarising as follows:
‘Leave them alone and let them get on with it. Keep your feelings to yourself’.
Ah right. Leave them kids alone! Have I heard that line before somewhere?