And of course it's my fault
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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
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"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.