When you dance down the street

The moon was still high in the sky when we left this morning. 

Everyone got up and showered, coffee'd and made sure everything was packed. 

Into the car at -4 degrees and chittered for the first couple of miles. 

We got to the airport relatively unscathed by my driving, confused by the "non-ticket" parking now. 

They checked in.  Bags over weight, no charge.   And then Security it was. 

I was good right up til that moment. 

Hopeless.


Hopeless I am, but I did recover sufficiently, to make the three policemen,  who had stood by embarassed as I sniffled down my Boy's chest,  snigger as I screamed "hey Boy I love you" , as he disappeared through the gate shouting "hey Mum I love you too