Mummy got in the car and left me and Daddy behind. I was sad. Then, before there was time for her to get to the gate, Mummy came back! Mummy was sad. I was happy. Daddy and Uncle Ross opened up a lid at the front of the car, looked inside, poked at it and poured some stuff into it and talked and talked. Then Daddy got in the car and left me and Mummy behind. I was happy. Mummy was sad.
Mummy said something. Good, she must be feeling a bit better. Too bad I don’t understand people talk—I wonder if she smelt that a big bouncing rat crossed here.