Conversation

My 17 year old daughter gets up in the winter dark for her 6am shift at the checkout, and I’m not quite beyond listening for her motorbike to set off safely.

After she leaves I lie in bed listening to the podcast that’s still playing somewhere under the pillows. It’s something about happiness and football tournaments. Economists of happiness have done the sums.

Apparently adult happiness declines to 26, and then starts to pick up.