Minnie’s Musings

What did I do? Something happened. Can’t remember what.

Oh yes. Went for a walk round local common with friend and husband.

Discussed our children, our lives, our retirement plans, our siblings; random actions or inaction of various persons at home and abroad and then stopped for tea and cake.

Ahhhhh yes! I remember. We were sitting in a pavilion cafe having said tea and cake when we noticed a small child (probably about 2 years old) cheerfully wandering around the corner. This little moppet was a miniature blond bombshell in pretty summer dress, clearly on a mission.

As is the way of experienced parents whose children have survived into adulthood, we watched her progress, idly wondering when mum or dad would appear round the corner. Mum or dad did not appear. Moppet was toddling rapidly towards the car park. Can I just say – and I am not one to boast – but I was the first person to move. As I scraped back my chair and rushed to the door, I heard others doing the same. Only to be beaten to the rescue by a younger, fitter and infinitely more mobile waitress.

Dad appeared at precisely the moment moppet was caught and laughed jovially. He smiled down at his progeny, took her by the hand and led her back round the corner. Leaving her brother (possibly her twin judging by the size of him) on his own, with a glint in his eye as he spied the car park and adventure…

I am not one to judge. I have a long history of losing my children. Sometimes by accident.