Last night our phone rang at 1o minutes past 2 in the morning. In those few seconds before answering it my mind raced with lots of terrible thoughts. Alex was out – had he been hurt? Dad is bereaved and frail – had something happened to him?
Of course, I was stuck in bed so had to wait for Karen to answer, and then relay to message to me. Luckily for us the issue was an administrative one: Alex had fallen asleep on the last train and had woken at Meopham, deepest Kent. He’d tried to get a taxi but none came and so he phoned us to pick him up.
Accordingly the night was one of mixed emotions – worry and anger, followed by a little befuddlement in finding Meopham, and then the journey home to sleep. I have tried to represent this in the triptych above.
Update: Alex bought his mum some nice flowers and me sweets as a thank you.