…how people with full-time jobs are supposed to keep up with all the admin needed to hang on to daily life? I sometimes feel it’s a day’s work just to be an adult, own a car and live in a house, even before you get round to cleaning it or cooking dinner. In the last couple of weeks we have: imported the car (two trips, two hours each); insured the car; taxed the car; changed Ken’s license (two trips); got a new battery for the car; insured the house contents; and for the second time made a special trip to get a form stamped to confirm to the Child Benefit people that I do indeed have a job in Ireland. This week we have the car’s NCT, Frank’s two months immunization, registering the family with a new doctor, and Hugh’s developmental test. If I were actually at work at the moment I’d be taking at least three half-days off. Here’s an idea to solve youth unemployment: why not assign each family a footloose eighteen-year-old to do all this tedious running about and waiting on hold to call centres? It would teach them responsibility and probably increase vocations to a life of celibate poverty to boot. I hear the religious orders have some recruitment problems at present.