And of course it's my fault
The Boy goes to tennis lessons miles away three effing times a week in Ellesmere effing Port.
At last we have found a neighbour whose daughter also goes and have worked out an ad hoc lift sharing scheme. Normally on Mondays she takes The Boy and The Girl and I pick The Boy up whilst the Girl (age 6) goes back to a friend's house for "tea"
So far so good?
Today I delivered The Boy to her house and she said that for today only I had to bring The Girl home too. Fine.
Mrs Nick then announced that she would do the pickup and fled out of the house. I tried to call her but her phone was off.
She just arrived back with The Boy.
"Did you bring Sophie home too?"
Mrs
"But she goes to her friend for tea on Mondays"
ME: "Not today"
I can still smell the burning tyre rubber as Mrs Nick legged it back on the 20 minute journey to EP.