Maybe I'm just getting old but I found myself appalled when my friend called to ask if she could pop in for a brew... She was driving her son to my street so that he could do his paper round. Now, I seem to remember carrying two, very large, very heavy paper bags and walking miles on the plush estates where I grew up (businessmen, doctors, lawyers and a pro boxer lived there) on Saturdays for Â£1.75 and Sunday for Â£2.25. Once I had started earning, I no longer got pocket money either. I didn't (and still don't) see that as wrong. I earned my money and spent it on things that I needed and saved for things that I wanted. Nor were we ever off school because of snow and when I slipped on black ice in the school playground, dislocating my shoulder and fracturing my shoulder, elbow and wrist, my family didn't sue the school and there was no big health and safety investigation. Is it just me or are kids too mollycoddled these days?