That didn't happen quite as planned.
Aidan had had quite a fractious night and his routine had been sent off kilter a little. Erin woke a little before 8. Me, a little after. We ran around preparing his food for breakfast, and the journey; got his nappy bag together, got his clothes on, got our clothes and set off a little later than scheduled.
As we got to the end of the road the number 2 passed us. Things weren't going our way and we walked to the next bus stop, argued a little and decided to catch the tube instead. Erin hates the Underground at the best of times, and during rush hour, feeling rubbish, and with a newborn who could potentially scream all the way there, it was far from the best of times. Without a peep from Aidan - as usual when in motion - we went down the escalator, on the train and back up to daylight. We even made up a few minutes.
Next, we had to get the cash. My card wouldn't work at the cashpoint (ATM). It said the bank wouldn't accept my request. Erin said if mine didn't work hers wouldn't either and the clock was ticking closer to 9. We tried hers and after a long while of nothing it decided to give us what we wanted. I grabbed the card, the cash and ran.
Brixton High Street is a surreal place with classical music blaring from the tube station, religious nuts telling us we're all going to hell without them, and nobody moving out of the way for prams. But after a mad dash we joined the back of the queue at Brixton Town Hall. We'd made it and the doors were just opening. They tell you to get there 15 minutes early and if we'd done that we would have been 15 minutes waiting outside. There were quite a few couples with newborns ahead of us but as the doors opened our name - Baby De Vos - was called. Perfect timing.
The next time he's called out he'll be Aidan John Waller. Hopefully the luck of the morning will rub off on him, not the incompetence.
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