It started with the ping of an incoming text. I ignored it.
There was a second ping. I ignored that too.
“Simon,” said Julia, sternly, “you’ve got texts.”
“Yes,” I agreed, “I have.”
I turned over in bed. It was just after seven and I was planning on a lie-in.
“It might be important.”
“If it was important they’d ring.”
But by that time I was awake so I got up and read them.
It was Number Two Son telling me he was going to be late home from work because of an action-packed night shift. First there was a power cut, then the fire service had to winch a trapped customer down from a lift trapped on the second floor (or third floor as I believe the Americans say). This resulted in a broken lift.
They had a disabled customer in the hotel, so Number Two Son had to stay to ensure the customer had help to get up and down stairs if he needed it. Until he tookthis job I didn’t realise that they had an extra staff member in if they had a disabled guest. This is good service.
Naturally, this meant I ended up going to fetch him. They managed to get a cleaner to come in early to cover so we were off by 8.30, just one and a half hours late.
As a small silver lining – it’s double pay, with Good Friday being a Bank Holiday. Silver lining for him, that is. I don’t get paid, I just lost my lie-in.
We’ve been shopping since then, gardened, cooked and had a discussion about my language after some advice I gave to a driver who got in my way.
Hopefully the rest of the weekend will be more relaxed.