As I don’t subject them to detailed questions when they go out (they are adults, after all) I often can’t give him the answers. So he frets.
Then he annoys CC by ringing her mobile to find out where she is. Jay, (perhaps wisely) refuses to carry a phone.
This weekend they had a trip to Amsterdam ( a belated birthday treat for CC), and, as usual, Whale’s parting words were,
“You’ve got your phone haven’t you? Don’t forget to let me know when you arrive.”
It’s about a four hour drive on a good day so when I heard a message come through on the spare phone on the desk, I ignored it. (It’s using up the 5 euros on the sim from Bear’s new phone so the only texts it gets are from Orange). Naturally Whale wanted to know what it was but I assured him it wasn’t for him.
All through lunch he sighed and mumbled and at half past two he asked me to ring them. I said they might have stopped off on Brussels on the way and not to worry.
At three, he could stand it no longer. He dialled CC’s mobile.
“I sent a message to mum’s mobile ages ago.” was her response.
Oh dear. Sure enough, the earlier message had been from them, saying they’d made good time and were enjoying a beer.
After a grovelling explanation and apology I thought that now, Whale would settle down and relax. But no. A while later, he presented me with a bit of paper.
“CC sounded a bit worried when I rang her.” he said. “Would you mind sending this message for me.”
It was a fairly long note – Whale isn’t au fait with text messaging – but I duly sent it.
Back came the reply. “I wasn’t bloody worried! We’re having a drink in a bar.”
Yesterday they were due to come home, and Whale started panicking before lunch. At two o’clock he was getting desperate.
“They said they wouldn’t be back before six” I reminded him. But by 2:45 he could hardly keep his hands off the phone. Despite my efforts, he still managed to ring them twice, leaving messages on voicemail because CC refused to answer.
They didn’t get home until after seven because of roadworks so they were keen to go upstairs and relax with a bottle of wine.
During the evening Whale called me.
“They’ve been up there a long time and haven’t had anything to eat yet. Will you go and see if they’re all right?”