When you forget to pick your kid up.....

This is my tree. It's in blossom at the moment. It's not my tree really, but I think I might be it's human as I visit it up to 3 times a day up the hill to see if I can spy deer, a fox, a badger, a squirrel or a peregrine.

I chaired the Community Justice Forum this morning, then the Dementia Friendly steering group in the afternoon. Which is a bit ironic since I had to return to work at teatime after forgetting my laptop only to then remember I actually had two kids and had only picked up 1 of them....poor Sam, by the time I realised he had been waiting an hour for his frazzled mother to appear apologetically and buy him some choc fudge brownie ice cream on the way home from hatoncrook deli ( I do like hatoncrook deli). I don't think I've ever forgotten to pick one of them up before...and gone so long before realising....especially when I was in the same place picking up the other one. Completely frazzled. Totally and utterly.