We trundled out of the house at 8am to get to the dentist. I had mistaken the day, we will have to go tomorrow. Then we trundled in a selection of buses to the softplay where we were supposed to meet little bear's girlfriend, but she couldn't make it due to an accident.
Little bear was devastated when I let him know I had had the bad news by text. He looked sort of Victorian with a stiff upper lip and a wounded expression in his eyes. He wandered around the soft play like a little ghost, then decided he wanted to come home after only an hour. In the past when he has gone on his own he has been fine. This time he was absolutely distracted, in a Romantic Poet sort of way.
We're going to write a get well card and with luck the star crossed pair can meet at softplay some other time.
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