the only person whose number I knew was XCH
(that says something; well a few things - one of them being I need to memorise some more numbers) (do you remember the days when you'd know people's numbers? automatically? I think using a mobile is making me lazy; either that or my brain is getting as old as the rest of me feels) (and looks)
being eXcellent, he came to my rescue: skimmed some small stones (gravel from an as yet unknown neighbour's garden) from the street up to the top so they bounced gently off the window at an angle that was not going to shatter the glass
eventually Middle One looked out
eventually it occurred to him that his father wasn't standing in the street throwing stones up at the window for fun and his mother wasn't standing in the street with no shoes on for either her own amusement or that of the curious passers-by and the as yet unknown neighbours
eventually it occurred to him to stop smiling out of the window at us and open the window and see what was up
he is a lovely child
a while later he told me "I heard something tapping at the window, and wondered what it was, but dismissed it as probably not important"
I was fairly exhausted and went to bed early
a few hours later the house phone rang - noone knows the number, I thought, apart from XCH and it wasn't him. . .
. . .at one o'clock I was on the doorstep again (this time with the doormat propping it open) (she learns from her mistakes, this girl) (some of them, anyhow) "rescuing" an International Man of Mystery. . .
. . .who I thought went to bed early
(did I mention I was tired?)