“I met him at the airport at 0100 – note dodgy video at that bit – would you believe it, my phone died. A friend popped over to watch the boys so I could be there. His boss was talking to me at the time so I didn’t see him until he was so close.
We smuggled him home, where he was locked in the bedroom until 1200. I’m glad we locked the door – my son tried to use our bathroom – quick thinking telling him the lock was faulty…. later discovered my husband had hit the floor to ensure he hadn’t been found.
After careful orchestration, we arrived at their school to collect them for ‘dental appointments’…”-Jo-anna Egart
