Friday, 7 December 2012
On the Seventh Day of December
According to a Cornish Mutual survey in 2011, nearly half the families in the UK no longer eat together at least once a day.
I'm not surprised. A couple of years ago I watched a fly on the wall documentary where a secret camera in the kitchen filmed an intermittent stream of family members raiding the fridge freezer for containers which they zapped in the microwave and then disappearing off with them to some other part of the house.
And not so long ago I seem to recall Kirsty Allsop being taken aback by a participant in Location Location absolutely insisting on a dining room with a table for family meals.
Eating together three times a day was the bedrock of my childhood. We ate together as a family three times a day. But then, of course, we didn't have a telly, which I suspect has quite a lot to do with it. That and those ready meals!
Now I'm not going to pretend that we always eat together around the table but we do try. And when we don't it's almost always to watch a family favourite on the box.
We also always used to say grace. We don't any more. Or at least not until today ... It's never too late to start again.