I love the fact that my independent-minded student daughter rang me yesterday to ask for my thoughts on politics in art. (She is writing an assignment this week.)
So I am not redundant after all. I am, at times, it would appear, almost useful. I haven’t felt so useful since … oh, A-level English literature when I speed-read The Daughter’s chosen novels in order to be able to contribute something sensible to our discussions. Luckily, I love English Literature and Art. Had she been doing Physics or Chemistry, I admit I might have been a tad less eager to join in.
Whether The Daughter actually uses any of the references I suggested is irrelevant. She made my day.