The weekend before last Bob’s mum asked that Bob be brought back late. She has been “attacked” the day before and had to go to the police station to make a statement.
At 19:30 on a Sunday night. So could we get him back for 9.
When he was dropped back she looked fine and said she’d managed to get back earlier than expected. To us it looked like she’d been out for dinner at her In Laws and knew we’d say no to 9pm when Ginger has school the next day (She has asked and we have said no before, 9pm is just too late). He was exhausted poor kid.
We picked Bob up on Friday just gone and he told us of how he and his mother watched Resident Evil together the night before. He then started talking about a policeman in another film who looked scary because “He was covered in meth marks”.
Delightful from a 9 year old.