Last night, my daughter managed to shock me speechless. Yes, even after everything I have gone through with her over the years, she has still managed to completely flabberghast me!
So, I spoke to her while I was at work, and told her that if she came down to meet me at the station, I’d buy her dinner at Le Delice before she went to Guides. This made her very very happy – as it would, Le Delice is divine!
I got to Walthamstow Central and looked up the slope to where I could see her standing. I did a double-take, I squinted, I did a triple-take, and then (unfortunately) I realised that what I thought I couldn’t possibly be seeing, I really really WAS seeing!
I composed myself, walked towards her, tried to ignore her great big happy smile, leant close into her ear and said to her: “WHERE…IS…YOUR…SKIRT?!?!”
And her response?: “I forgot it!”