Chatting to my mum Jean, we had the same discussion we had every time.
‘Why don’t you get an iPad?’ I said. ‘At least then we’ll be able to see each other when we talk.’
‘No, I don’t know how to use all that techy stuff,’ she said.
I sighed.
I was fighting a losing battle.
I could barely convince her to keep the old mobile brick I got her charged up, never mind something more fancy.
But now we were in the middle of a pandemic, keeping in touch was more important to me than ever.
I lived in Château-Thierry, about an hour outside of Paris, France, and I had done for the past 30 years.
