A couple of weeks ago, my poor friend Lou has torn the ligaments in her foot, and has to wear a plaster. That would be bad enough on its own, but her son is just two. And to really put the tin lid on it, her partner’s run out of holiday now, and he’s currently working in Barlovento. That’s normally an hour’s drive away, but with the current roadworks, he can’t get home much before 8 pm. I promised to take little Same to and from nursery, starting today. Only he chose today to run a fever, so he couldn’t go.
Meanwhile, Julio’s school’s on strike (the teachers haven’t had a pay rise for three years). So we decided this was an awfully good day to visit Lou and Sam.
In the end we went to the local homemade ice-cream shop. How to you keep track of a two-year-old beside a busy road? You eat the ice-cream in the car. Which was rather a squash, but great fun.
Then we took Sam to the kiddies park in San Pedro, to run off some energy. Julio did a great job of looking after Sam while I chatted to Lou.
It worked. As soon as we took them home, Sam fell asleep.
So that was our good deed for the day.
