A gorgeous sunny autumn afternoon and I was enjoying the blissful luxury of a child-free afternoon. Kai was over at a pal's for supper and Zo was in town with Ulrika. So I was pottering around getting some jobs done and ambled down to the post office to post some letters. Ran into Tor Zombiedad and was having a natter about the new BBC Sherlock, when suddenly a familiar voice dragged out of my reverie.
DADDY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? DADDY! BUY ME SOME BOUNTY! DADDY BUY ME SOME GUM! DADDY BUY ME A COMIC! DADDY! BUY ME! BUY ME!
Heaven know what my son was doing hanging around the post office when he was supposed to be at Konrad's. At / he's too young to bet on the horses or the football, unless of course he's bribing some old pensioner to place his bets for him.
Whatever the case, clearly some mischief was afoot.
And how did he know I'd be there? Did he sniff me out? Scary!
I made my excuses and left.
Next time I get an afternoon off I'll spend it heavily disguised in Umeå or Malmö. Perhaps then he won't track me down?
Dads! You can run but you cannot hide!
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