So...the day started with unseemly haste as Jboy decided that bed was not for him on this particular December day. As the Parent on Duty, I was less than thrilled but partook in our early morning training session (aka early morning wrestle...definitely a wrestle not a tussle) with as much gusto as a parent with their hood pulled protectively over their head could do!! After some hours of relentless wrestling on the part of Jboy, I could take no more and crawled up the mountain which had mysteriously appeared in place of our stairs to seek refuge and relief by the magnificent M. He leapt into paternal action and descended the mounatin only to find that Jboy had evidently decided that enough was enough and had gone back to bed!! The scamp!! When I eventually emerged, bleary eyed, relieved to find the stairs back in their usual place, Jboy had been fed and watered and was ready for the Pavement Vigil. We took up our places and waited....would it be the Right Bus???? What would happen??? The tension was mounting but we had not long to wait and sure enough it WAS the Right Bus. The Wrong Driver and it came at the Wrong Time but then it is those strange days between Christmas and New Year ,when nothing is normal, so we were just happy to see the bus at all!!! After a moment's hesitation when I could almost see the thought bubbles above Jboy's head ('Shall I have a protest pavement roll?' closely followed by 'Nah!'), he clambered aboard and order was restored.
For Jboy, the world has been returned to its proper axis and he can breathe again.
It is a relief to us all.