It was Scally’s fault.

Yes it was. Well, it was obviously not my fault at any rate.

We had heavy rain here yesterday, so unusual for England. Youngest child didn’t want to ride his moped to work so asked me to take him in the car instead. Being a good mummy (or a sucker for a very sorrowful pair of brown eyes, if you prefer) I did just that.

The traffic around here is still a nightmare and yesterday, due to the weather, it was even more chaotic than usual. I only just managed to get child to work on time; I think I hit every traffic jam going. Child told me he finished work at five and would wait just outside the main gate for me. No problem says I, just remember what the traffic is like at the moment so you may have to wait a bit.

Move forward in time – I was a little bit bored yesterday, not really in the mood to work. I blame PMT myself (I can’t as yet think of a way of blaming Scally for that, but give me time I’m working on it). I was obviously hormonal – which in turn does affect your level of concentration. If I had done any work yesterday afternoon I would, without a doubt, have made loads of mistakes. Which in turn would have lead to me having to re-do it all again at a later date. So obviously the safest, cost effective thing to do was to talk to Scally instead. That way I wouldn’t have to waste time later this week correcting mistakes; I could just concentrate on knocking tasks off my ‘to do list’ instead. I hope you’re keeping up with this. I put such a lot of effort into coming up with these excuses; I would hate you to not appreciate the skill levels involved.

Now I can honestly say, hand on heart, that I do not IM whilst at work. I do have messenger install on my machine but I never use it…..except for yesterday afternoon that is. When I got into a conversation with Scally. See what I mean? Fancy encouraging me like that.

Anyway it did pass a few hours by and as it got to around 5.15 I thought I really ought to be getting home now. The tea doesn’t cook itself after all. So I closed down my computer, but the dishwasher on and fed the fish. Time to go home.

I then made a dash for the car, it was pouring down outside. Even running the few yards to the car meant I ended up very wet. I opened the door quickly and got in out (shake it all about – sorry I’m in one of those moods today) of the rain, spent a few minutes finding a channel on the radio with decent music on to listen too and started to drive home – must have been around 5.30 by then. Well it was around that time, at any rate, that I remembered child was waiting for me to pick him up.

By the time I got there the poor thing was doing a bloody good impersonation of a drown rat; I don’t think he had a dry piece of clothing on him. He did look very sad for himself. He knew I said I was going to be a bit late, but he didn't think it was going to take me nearly an hour. I then did what most mothers would have done – I blamed my late arrival on the amount of traffic. Obviously we know it was all Scally’s fault, but no point in the child thinking she was out to get him.

Funnily enough this morning, although it was still raining, he decided that he’d go to work on his bike.

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Just received text from Pooks:

"Aaaarrgh!"

Oh. Dear. Is anyone going past starbucks?