Morning Panic

Today Ferretfingers will start going back to the Day Centre for one day a week.

The scheduled pick up time is 09.30, but they sometimes arrive early so I keep an ear open for the sound of the minibus from about nine o’clock.   

Here’s what happened a few years ago.

From Facebook archives

21 April 2016 at 09:09 ·

I'm up in the office looking at Facebook and I hear a vehicle's sliding door open.   

Look out the window, see the back end of a white van, assume it's the Day Centre minibus and rush downstairs shouting

 "They're here!!!"

"Who’s here?" from recumbent husband

"Who do you think?  Bloody Santa Clause?!"

Ferretfingers is on his way into the kitchen so I grab his packed lunch from the fridge, shove it in his hand to put in his bag and rush to open the front door.

No van!?

Hear the sound of the sliding door from the next street.

Two doors down two neighbours are out.

"Was there a big white van here?" - three times because she's going deaf.

"Oh yes, it was the Hospice charity van picking up my bag of donations."

And breathe …

The recumbent husband