The boys are back in town

By Bad Dad on Mar 18, 08 11:23 PM

Finally the moment we had been waiting for arrived.

I got home from work to be told by my wife that the boys were ten minutes away from school after their day of travelling back from Spain and a four day football coaching trip.

After a minor disagreement over who would collect them and savour that wonderful moment of joyful hugs and tearful reunion, she set off in her car. If only she'd known.

Twenty minutes later the pair of them landed on the doorstep and as I flung the door open, I was met with a scene of despair.

Eighteen seconds was apparently all it took for the two lads to 'kick off' in the back of my poor wife's car as she drove on deliberately oblivious to the mayhem.

The row was over a slight discrepancy over what had happened at a La Liga game they'd been to on the Sunday night.

Tiredness and hunger had turned the pair of them into strangers - it was as if the trip and its rigours had lobotomised them...they certaintly weren't people I knew or wanted in my house.

A hearty meal and some cajoling later I began to recognise them again as they unpacked, showing off the spoils of their trip.

Slowly but surely it's great to have them back...I think.