Sue and I sat down at the kitchen table to sample the latest cake. Wonderful!
I felt I must be getting on in years if I’m feeling excited about yet another appointment with cake?
Yet, that’s me, I’m in my happy place!
Anyway, I was about to sink my teeth into a rather generous slice … when son Jack announced himself.
‘Great timing!’ That was all he said as Sue stood to deliver an even larger portion of the latest home bake, not yet 24 hrs old. ‘I’ll have a coffee, if you’re making it, please mum?’
In fear of losing my own sustenance, I set about making short work of it as Jack asked …
‘So, how’s it going Dad? What have you been up to?’
Sue, seeing I had my mouth full, answered for me:
‘Well, the usual. Your dad’s glued to his computer, I’ve been walking the dog. Last night we watched a decent movie, on Netflix … what was it called, Charlie?’
‘Who was in it?’ Jack replied, juggling his ‘phone.
‘Christian Bale and Woody Harrelson were stars, plus …’ I replied.
‘Foundry.’ Jack replied, peering at his ‘phone. ‘The film was Foundry, a great movie, Casey Affleck was brilliant as well.’
Yes, I’d remember eventually … saves me thinking … I thought.
Managing to demolish the treat, Jack rose, coffee in hand and asked what we were doing ‘later-on?’ He needed to ‘make a move now’ as he was on his way to collect his wife from the station.
That’s when I noticed the dexterity of dear son as he finished his cake, while swallowing most of his coffee, simultaneously juggling details on his ‘phone …
I’d barely uttered … ‘so we may see you later-on?’ As he’d leaned over, kissed his mum, before making for the exit answering …
‘Yes, I was thinking of bringing pizza over, let me know what combination you’d prefer?’ We’ll catch you later, OK? Bye!
Gone. Peace.
I was about to exclaim once more how lucky we are to be living where we were. It’s a peaceful place, ’til family arrives.
Sue questioned me with a knowing smile. ‘Come on Charlie. How many times have I heard you say … how much easier networking would be if everyone was as transparent as family?’
Good things take time, I responded. Trust takes time …’
