Myles came ’round Saturday after his half term on holiday, fresh from visiting friends. From what I’ve been told, and he doesn’t remember much, there was a lot of running, screaming, and bouncing off walls, driving parents nuts.
Still full of beans, he arrived after a mile and a half scoot from the train station, and immediately got Shaun where he belongs, making pancakes.
After we’d popped down under for a vampire rock concert (Scooby-Doo), we went to see the hovercraft struggle to move in the headwind.
Another mile scoot later, and the kid fell asleep in his dinner.
Sunday was a mooch day full of relief and joy.