When will the young earn more than experience?
Middle Child is about to return to the mothership and since he wasn't actually being paid for his work (pity today's young generation for whom the concept of exchanging labour for wages is a quaint outmoded concept that's been replaced by internships, work experience, volunteering and generally someone's-having-a-laugh-but-it'll-be-good-for-your-CV exploitation), I've paid his flight.
Bagged at the bargain price of £28, I’m chuffed with myself and message him to tell him the good news.
“Thanks! I’ll pay you back,” he says.
“Aw, doesn’t matter,” I say, full of bonhomie and looking forward to having all my eggs back in the one basket again.