‘One day Daddy,’ my daughter Rose says as she washes up after dinner. ‘One day everything will be so much easier. We won’t have to worry about money. We won’t have to buy whatever is on special offer or pay with a handful of loose change. Once I finish my course, I’ll get a better job and we’ll be fine.’
‘Sure,’ I agree absentmindedly. The car insurance is due next week and I don’t know how I will cover it. If I can’t pay it, I’ll loose my job and things will get even worse.
‘Hmmm… Doesn’t sound like you have much faith in me.’
‘Of course I do honey,’ I assure her. ‘Of course I do.’
‘You think I’m fooling myself. That it’s all some sort of pipe dream.’
‘Not at all.’ The last thing I want to do is upset her, she tries so hard. ‘Did you know that the phrase ‘pipe dream’ comes from Victorian opium dens? People would smoke their opium pipes and have wonderful dreams.’
‘No Daddy,’ she declares, ‘I did not know that. But I do know when someone is trying to change the subject.’
She slams the door as she leaves.