Day 100 - 09:18am, 10 April 2019
Little Mister is out at the cinema on his own. Not completely on his own, he is there with his friends, but no adults. They have gone to see a 12-rated film, Shazam, which is fine, because he is, but his friends aren't. There is no phone call so we know that he has made it there and from that point on, the waiting begins.
We assume a couple of hours for the film to end, then allow another hour or so for him to walk home, even though he could do it in half that time. Then, the niggley-wiggleys begin. You try to ignore them but they are there, seeping into your consciousness, every time you brush them aside. Yet, we don't want to phone him, suggest that we don't trust him. So we sit on our worries for a little longer. Thankfully, my hubby gives in, meaning I don't have to. He sends boy-o a text and gets one back to say he is on his way.
When he finally appears, he is late in coming back but not late late. Turns out they'd got themselves a drink in the coffee shop in the cinema before coming home, but did not think to share this info with us. I think the time has come to brush up on my "I'm not bothered" face, lest he knows what a worrier i am.
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