I’ve always fancied myself in the role of a modern day Lord Chesterfield dispensing words of wisdom to my offspring. Sometimes, however, the actions of your sprogs can drive the most high-minded and enlightened parent to despair.
Witness the astonishing attack on his three children by, appropriately enough, retired nuclear submarine captain, Nick Crews. The latest disaster to befall one of them produced a torrent of despair and vitriol. I quote (selectively) – “with last night’s crop of whinges and tidings of more rotten news for which you seem to treat your mother as a cess-pit, I feel it is time for me to come off my perch… it is obvious that none of you has the faintest notion of the bitter disappointment each of you in your own way dished out to us… (if it wasn’t for the grandchildren) Mum and I would not be too concerned as each of you consciously, and with eyes wide open, crashes from one cock-up to the next. It makes us weep that so many of these events are copulation driven and then helplessly to see these lovely little people being so woefully let down by you, their parents”.
Crews goes on to say that is fed up with “being forced to live through the never-ending bad dream of our children’s under-achievement and ineptitude” he signs off by saying he only wants to hear from them again when they have something positive to say and is bitterly, bitterly disappointed.
I suspect he speaks for many a parent.