On Tuesday we got the train into Edinburgh.
“So that woman with the keys, does she always have to open and close the doors?”
“The conductor? Yes, that’s her job.”
“Does she have to open and close the doors at every station?”
“Yes, every station.”
“What about in the event of an emergency?”
“Does she still have to open and close the doors then?”
“Umm… I imagine so. Unless she was indisposed by the emergency. Actually, I DON’T KNOW.”
“Well she’s the only one with the keys.”
“Mum, have you noticed that you always manage to think of the absolute WORST case scenario in every situation?”
She peered out across the water for a long minute. “Wow, you’re right! I do do that, don’t I?”
This morning we said some teary goodbyes as she embarked on the London leg of her Tour de Offspring. The flat seems rather quiet and dull now; I shall write more when I recover.
Meanwhile Gareth is back to his normal routine, ie. running over to me at regular intervals and farting in all-too close proximity. When I protest he just says, “It’s been four days. FOUR DAYS!”