tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post5749728498232685890..comments2024-02-13T10:20:04.888+00:00Comments on David Hepworth's blog: What parents really mean when they ask “where are you?”David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-17917535087868859672012-02-20T15:42:29.511+00:002012-02-20T15:42:29.511+00:00When The Number One Son lived at home I had two pr...When The Number One Son lived at home I had two pro forma texts keyed in to my 'phone: OK? and eta?<br /><br />If I got a reply from the first within a few minutes of sending, I felt better. Later in the night, if the response to the second wasn't silly o'clock I'd go to bed and sleep lightly. Only when I heard the key turn in the front door could I then fully relax.<br /><br />None of this stuff was in the handbook that came with him when he was wrapped in swaddling clothes.John Meddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10547777949324509522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-68378325175268020172012-02-20T14:59:30.426+00:002012-02-20T14:59:30.426+00:00I find Google Latitude rather a comfort in this re...I find Google Latitude rather a comfort in this regard. Even though my 'kids' are 32 and 29 respectively, you don't stop wondering if they're all right, as you say. They have to agree to sign up to it, but once they get over the feeling that they're too old for you to know where they are every minute of the day and night, it's perfect for keeping tabs on them - or, at the very least, knowing when there's no point in ringing them because they're in a bar in Shoreditch - or, amazingly enough, in Albania, as the oldest was recently.MikePhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08589363260977274335noreply@blogger.com