Yesterday, while sitting in the park, I watched my little girl chasing a leaf in the wind. Every time she was close to grasping it, a small gust blew the leaf a little further on. My daughter was becoming increasingly frustrated.
‘Come here Mr Leaf,’ she told it, frowning and laughing. ‘You naughty, naughty leaf. Stay still so I can catch you.’
It is one of the privileges of childhood, I reflected, to imagine you can control the world around you. And it’s just a pity that so many people never grow out of this delusion.