Out of sight

Every other weekday morning I walk 4yo to nursery. If we are late enough we see the train as we are crossing the footbridge. And of course we have to watch till it is "out of sight". Which makes us even later!

Then we are too late to get in at the side gate. We are "late for the gate" and have to walk round the long way! Which makes us even later.

Oh the joys of being a renegade granny.

Oops! his Mum and Dad read this....!