I was waiting for Dorje’s mom to pick him up this evening when she called, saying her car had been stolen. Luckily she’d just come from yoga, and was relatively calm. The yoga teacher, however, apparently wasn’t. The car guard has learned some new words I’m sure.

I told Dorje his mom’s car had been stolen. He put on a fake sad face – the kind when you’re supposed to feel sad. It was about the same on the trauma scale as running out of tahini. But then the tears turned real when he realised, horror of horrors, no, not that mom wasn’t insured, but that he’d have to walk to school.

I briefly considered the “in my day I had to walk 10 miles in the snow” talk, except that 150 metres, and the lack of snow (ever) isn’t very compelling.

I just hope she is insured and they pay out quickly in case I’m expected (and this really is a horror of horrors) to lift in the early morning.