I've had better mornings.
There was a knock at the door, and I spied the postman through the glass. Thinking he had a parcel or something to be signed, I opened the door and saw Duncan standing alongside him.
I had seen him only a few minutes earlier. The front door was locked, but he had obviously gone out unnoticed through the garage, left open after Lady fed her guinea pigs.
Postie asked, "Is he your son?" I was tempted, but honesty won, "Yes. Is everything all right?"
"He was trying to get into my van. He was trying to get a parcel"
Oh shit. Look sorry, I know I don't swear here (often) but sometimes it's apt. He must have been scooting up and down the street until he noticed the van parked at the top of the road.
(Duncan muttered, "Get Ertl break-down train in brown parcel.")
"Oh no, I am so sorry! Was anything damaged?
"No, but he wouldn't listen to me when I told him not to."
"Look, he's autistic, he didn't understand. I'm really sorry."
"Now if anyone sees him getting into the van they could call the police. The police would get involved."
What! I've just told you he's autistic, he's a little kid, he thought there was a toy in there for him, you're a big man, you can keep him out. And surely you lock the bloody van when you're not in it! Get the police involved! Like they have nothing better to do than write up reports on small disabled boys.
"I understand. I'm sorry."
That's it, just suck it up. I should have known for sure where he was, the little Houdini.
"Just talk to him will you, try to explain that he can't do that."
"Yes I will, sorry."
When he went I glowered at the child and gave him a stern talking to. I know he likes post vans; I've seen him look up Google images for Royal Mail van. But it was still an unexpected transgression, not something I'd known I'd have to prevent.
He was very worried at the mention of the police, which he'd overheard and asked repeatedly that the "police not take Duncan away." I reassured him that he was safe, that the police help children, and they only take away very bad big men and women.
I was glad to be getting out that afternoon. I took the children, including cousin A. on the train to see their Granda and G in Belfast. I dumped them on the grandparents (such good people as they are) and snuck out to meet Gordon for a late lunch. Oh the bliss of being away from all the little darlings for a while. We went to Japanese place called Sakura and had fantastic sushi for next to nothing. Lovely!
Meanwhile, the children had a BBQ and went to the park, although Duncan refused to leave the car having decided that he needed to go to the toy shop.
Home later, to a puppy delighted to see her pack return.