Duggee
Sunday. Phoebe's doting parents were still up in West Yorkshire for the wedding of one of their best friends - Mark who was tying the knot with social worker Sarah from Mirfield which is situated between Huddersfield and Dewsbury. Mark is a nice lad. I knew his grandfather and his father too. I am glad that he married a Yorkshire lass. Phoebe had a bit of a lie-in today. She first yelled "Grandma!" just before six. Poor Grandpa felt neglected and promptly fell back to sleep. By the time I got up at around eight thirty, Little Phoebe was in a screen-induced trance, having already sat through twenty or thirty episodes of "Hey Duggee". Earth to Phoebe, Earth to Phoebe - come in please! We have to remind ourselves that it is not Phoebe's fault that she has been born into a world where screentime is so prevalent. In a genuine sense, it is our fault. Three or four decades ago these screentime options were just not available. I am not sure that it is a good t...