In eight days time I’ll be heading home. Again. A month and a half here and this will be my third trip back to Scotland. Anyway, this time it will be different. This time I will be armed with a four year old.
When I was first told I had to go on an eight-hour trip alone with my charge I was terrified. Loads of questions flooded to mind; how do I keep her entertained? What will I do if she has a tantrum on the plane? Will she eat anything? How difficult will she be in the airport? All those questions aren’t bothering me now, I know how to deal with her and everything should be fine. The only things troubling me now are play areas.
You see, the Swiss have double-decker trains with children’s play equipment at one end. Catriona only found this out on Sunday and her Mum had a hell of a tough time getting her to leave the train at our stop, she was having a good time and didn’t want to go. Admittedly, we’re on the train to the end of the line, but that doesn’t stop me worrying.
Apparently there’s a really good play area in Geneva airport too, which I’m also worried about tearing her away from. But I will just have to pick her up and put her under one arm.
It should be fine though. I’m just needlessly worrying as usual. Doesn’t stop me being scared though...
Her Mum has to write me a letter to show to any official persons that - for the purposes of this trip - I'm Catriona's guardian and she knows that Catriona is with me. I'll be glad when I'm back in Edinburgh and meet up with my Aunt and Uncle (Catriona's Gran and Grandad) and then I can semi-shut off.
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I meant to tell you, we checked when we were last at the airport and Edinburgh doesn't have play facilities for children. It does have a "Prayer Room" thought which must inspire some kind of hope.
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