Maybe...

...I'll just stay put when we reach Waverley, or maybe not.

Mr R & I had a meeting at the school this morning. A wee progress report on Buncle. He's doing not too badly...seems to have a creative flair which is good when the reading and writing are more of a trial & tribulation for him.

I just missed the 10h00 into the office...so this have me an excuse to squeeze in a wee coffee with Mr R while I waited on the 10:32 London Kings Cross.

As I sat on this train I did get to thinking that this use to be my regular commuter train when I first started in SNP HQ. Part of my duties was to staff the call centre in the evenings that our Edinburgh constituencies could use. So I generally caught this train. That's a few years ago now.

My later start this morning allowed me to witness the chaos of the Reid morning routine with a Barmy Army that expects Mr R to run after them. So on my return from work this evening there was some household organisation undertaken while Mr R was at Cubs. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. To encourage participation pocket money may have to have been stopped and the router turned off. It did encourage some help and there should be no wails of, "where's my pants!" tomorrow morning:-)