I picked him up from school and began the winding journey home that I have become very fond of. We have experienced the splash of autumn colours, the ambush of acorns, cold mornings, grey skies, followed by the beautiful sunrise perfectly timed to rise over the hills as I return from dropping pupils off, to the lambs appearing in the frosts and now fresh new leaves are unfurling and the days are warming. It is a lovely journey in the morning and the smiley bus driver always waves. Coming home in the afternoon is a little more tedious. Boffin is always keen to get home. However, on this particular day, as soon as I had collected him he leant forward and rustling in his school bag, produced a letter. Uh Oh, I thought. What now?
“Mum,” he said, “When is our family holiday?”
“In a couple of weeks.”
“No, the Christmas one.”
“It’s over Christmas”
“Yes, but what are the dates?”
“Erm…from Christmas eve.”
“Oh”. He was quiet for a bit then so I had to prompt him.
“Why?” I asked.
“Well,” he said, “We have the opportunity to go a Geography field trip to Nepal.”
“Yes, Mr Geography Teacher is organising it. I’d like to go but we have to get our names on the list and our deposit in as quickly as we can.”
“That’s exciting, but the big question is how much does it cost?”
“£500?” I was shocked. “Are you sure?” £500 to Nepal sounds pretty amazing. I’m thinking of the outstanding study opportunity that the Himalayas will provide for these youngsters. Meanwhile, Boffin is flapping the letter around in his hands and I glance across. In bold type, underlined the heading reads Geography Trip to Naples. Aah! Slightly different!
Oh well! We all make mistakes.