So last night I get a message from Blake, son number 3, asking if I would drop him off at the airport at 7.30am this morning as he was flying to Brisbane to see his girlfriend. Being the loving father I said no problems. Anyway I didn’t get much sleep as I was worried I would miss the alarm and not be up waiting when he arrived at 7.00am, however 6.30am came and up I got and waited.
Blake arrived promptly at 7.00am and off we went to Adelaide airport arriving around 7.40am. “Have a safe trip Son”, ” Thanks Dad”, and I am on my way back home.
Not ten minutes later and the phone rings, it is Blake, my first thought was that he had forgotten something. He had forgotten something alright, he had forgotten that his flight was at 8.30pm, not 8.30am, he was twelve hours early. What a wacker! Dad dutifully turns the car around and drives back to the airport to collect one rather sheepish Son, but the whole thing was quite funny really.
The upshot of this was that I got to spend a lovely day with my Son, something that does not happen ever as there is always someone else around. As I have been feeling a bit down lately this was just what the doctor ordered, a real pick me up. Now I just have to figure out a way to have a day with each of my other sons, some people are just never satisfied.