Wednesday. I got away with delivering for the last hour of work which is always a bonus. It would be more so if the damn radio wasn't broken. It's been about a year since it started to shriek when it was on. It wouldn't go off even if you turned the radio off. In fact the only solution to stop the infernal screech was to stop the engine of the van and start up again. Because the radio is not an integral part of the vehicle, the boss understandably couldn't give a flying fuck.
I am allowed to mention it upon it's next service.
I collected the greatest person in my life from his school and we journeyed towards our home. (we call it OUR home as we both like it that way)
Traffic lights in denholme delayed our travels by twenty minutes. He was kept occupied by my ipod and I had to stare at cows and cars.
We had a pit stop (or should I say shit stop as he needed the loo) at my mums to drop a present off and then we made it home about six pm.
The dark nights seemed closer this evening. How long before rain, sleet or snow?
With one of his feet across the house threshold he started "right dad, you be.. And I'll be...."
The games commenced. Vampires, superheroes and giants were all roles which I inhabited with full vigour.
With food in our bellies and games done, we sat and watched cartoons until it was pyjama time. This also meant it was story time. He opted for one downstairs and one in bed by torchlight. We only managed half of 'Pirate Penguins and the Sardines of Doom' before he said enough and went to sleep.
And so once he was off I could watch 'Re-Cycle' which I was told was like a cross between Labyrinth and The Ring. That was a spot on verdict. Except it was quite dull.
Then it was my turn to go up the wooden hills to bedfordshire.
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