Another day, another time Pest n.1 falls asleep on the school bus. Only this time I was not even there to pick him up. I was at the doctor's for an emergency (don't ask, it's all very dramatic and right up my street... literally).

The childminder, Rosie, picked him up. She stood there, the bus stopped, nobody came out.

She climbed in, and looked for him. He had slumped into his seat. The only boy left on the bus.

Late bus. Late hour.

If guilt were edible, I would be obese.