Anyway, yes, erm – quick, tidy up that bit of code over there – check the spelling and grammar – make sure any images we’re using aren’t copyrighted – remove the swearing from that last political bit… Ooh, it’s like parents popping round unexpectedly when you were a student!
Ahem.
Yes, so, um… Where was I?
That’s right – I was going to tell you about my legs. They’re a bit stiff from the frantic uphill powerwalking I did this morning with a no-longer-so-little Millie on my shoulders.
We left the house really bright and early this morning. AmberG needed dropping at nursery first, as always, but I was hoping that if we had enough time after that Millie and I could stay on the bus all the way to Bexley where the Post Office depot have been jealously guarding a parcel of mine as though it were the holy grail..
And we were initially doing so well! Two girls and myself up, dressed, fed, teeth cleaned, shoes hats gloves scarves coats – all on, grab Millie’s book bag and packed lunch, Amber into buggy, out of house to bus stop, bus to Sidcup comes quickly, get into nursery, Amber out of buggy, shoes hat gloves scarf coat off, fold buggy up, unfold buggy and get Millie’s book bag and packed lunch out, kiss Amber goodbye, make Millie kiss Amber goodbye and go and wait for bus towards Bexley where Millie’s school is.
Bus takes a long time to arrive.
Bus arrives, Millie and I get on and bus speeds off down the hill.
I get called a “dude” by some schoolgirls whilst peeling a satsuma for Millie..
SCHOOLGIRL #1: I can smell oranges.
SCHOOLGIRL #2: It’s that dude eating an orange.
I also take a look at my phone and have a missed call from an unknown number. Bah!
Phone rings. It’s from an unknown number. No, actually it’s not an unknown number, it’s Amber’s nursery. Ah, jeez, I think, what can possibly have happened to her in 15 minutes??
Have we forgotten anything? asks Michelle from nursery.
I do a quick inventory: one daughter with me, one at nursery. No, I say confidently.
Millie’s book bag and lunch? asks Michelle.
I look at Millie. Millie looks at me. Millie, where’s your book bag and packed lunch?
Millie does a wonderful pantomime of looking all around the bus seat then looks up at me, eyes wide, mouth open.
The inside of my brain briefly turns into the Journey Planner on the Transport for London website, and I sigh upon realising the only way to get back to nursery in time is to get off the bus now and walk the quarter of a mile or so back up the hill with Millie on my shoulders and that we are not going to be able to get to the Post Office in Bexley unless a giant eagle swoops down, picks us both up and flies us there.
I check the sky, just in case… No.
