We’re travelling through Giffnock. Nearly home. Jenny turns off Fenwick Road onto Merryburn Avenue and after a short distance she pulls to a halt in front of our driveway.
We all disembark and use our combined efforts to lug the cases to the front door. Only after I see Dad struggling to open up, pushing against a barrier of mail which has arrived while they were on holiday, do I remember my dishonoured promise to check the house every couple of days. I’ve let them down. I do have a reasonable explanation to excuse my failure for a large part of the time. However, I chide myself for not thinking to come round prior to doing the airport pick-up. Too late to do anything about it now. Although Mum and Dad say nothing, I hope they’re not too disappointed in me.
After we deposit the baggage i
