Wednesday, 16 September 2009

My hero

We live at the top of a hill. Quite a high hill actually. And the tube station is a at the bottom of it, about twenty minutes walk away.

Last night I had to take the tube home because SOMEONE had broken my scooter so it's spending a few days at the garage. I didn't want to go hime in my biker gear, so changed into the linen suit I keep at the office. As the tube got closer and closer to home, the rain got heavier and heavier. Monsoon is an understatement. I had no umbrella, and taxis are few and far between in our neck of the woods.

The boy rang (our tube line is above ground) to see how I was getting on....and without hesitation offered to walk down to the station with an umbrella for me.

How cool is that? He is my superhero.

11 comments:

  1. Ahhhh. I hope my boys are that considerate when they are his age.

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  2. ahh bless him. That's pay back for you - good parenting!

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  3. That's really cool - you have a good boy there.

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  4. Bless him. Shows he cares and appreciates you!

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  5. That is gallantry of the highest order and to be encouraged.

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  6. Wait for it - he's about to ask you for money. ;-)

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  7. That is lovely! You've got a little cracker there...

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  8. He's a nice chap really. What did he want?

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  9. Madame and Rol. You are hardened cynics. He did it out of the kindness of his heart.
    P.S. On the walk back he mentioned about a new watchhe 'needs'. I don't think the two things were linked. erm

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