fall back

In the end, as it was a nice evening and I'd finished work in time to get home just after Nicky had left to go and pick up the wingpiglet, I popped back out with him to see if we could catch the flame trotting past the end of Chambers Street, just in case he held it against us later in life for not taking him when it was so convenient to do so. A nice spot outside the museum turned into a worse spot after everyone else assembled after we arrived but we got to see three police horses arrive and trot around a bit for a while before they were joined by lots of other police before the sponsorship idiot-wagons and their shouting moron-cargo trundled past a good ten minutes before the buses containing people waving unlit torches came past a good five minutes before the actual thing itself came past, with whoever was doing the running flanked very closely by the tracksuited Met. Two and a month is a bit young for remembering much but he might remember the three police horses and the fact that he got to see a digger up close, which allowed me to distract him for long enough to get him back into the seat to go home. Simultaneously wrangling boy and bike meant no photos could be taken, but there were plenty of other people there to ensure it was sufficiently photographed on its way past.