Boy and Dog

Taylor stayed with us last night, after his Mum and step-Dad got a taxi home (eventually - due to T-in-the-Park there was a 2 hour wait!).  Thank goodness he is 16 now, and not keen to get out of bed any earlier than he has to!  In the old days he would have been up about 6am, asking if he could put the telly on. 

He chucked a ball about for a bit, and then the two of them had a wee seat in the sun before I took him home.  He was going for an induction session at the Gym this afternoon, and asked if his step-father would give him a lift down.  I asked him why he needed a lift, he could just walk there, and he looked totally shocked.  "It's about half a mile away Auntie Carol"! 

I said that since it was the Gym he was going to, surely walking there was the sensible thing to do; to which he replied that he really wasn't supposed to do any exercise before he went.  I don't think he knew why I was laughing!

And that's the weekend nearly over again.