He's leaving home.

We set off earlier than expected.
Not to get him out of the house at last but for a far more important reason; I wanted to catch the ten past six session for Three Billboards Outside etc.
So we quickly put this in a bag, that in the car, and took about the same amount of time again checking that he/we hadn't forgotten anything.
On the way to his new freedoms, we spoke of all manner of things starting with the idea of hubris as it relates to protecting lesser living entities, right through to the binomial hours of the shadow in Chinese astrology.
We arrived at his new freedom and quickly unpacked everything into the,
me: tiny room,
him: new adventure
and hopped back in the car hoping to avoid the beginning of the year peak hour traffic up around Carlton (I figured it would be a great send off to see a good movie with him for the last time in god knows how long).
And we almost made it too!
About two blocks from the cinema we hit bumper to bumper but even then we did not despair because we found pay parking in the next block and me out of shape and him out of shape ran and made it to the cinema smack on ten past six
Only to find two queues to the box office - both extending almost all the way out the main entrance.
We weren't alone in the idea of catching the flick.
I must confess it cost long moments in profound remorse and self flagellation to have to make do with the consolation prize of French Vanilla flans and Tiramisu at Brunetti's
but years from now, I think we'll both agree that no matter how great the movie may or may not be and no matter how many awards it may or may not garner, nothing and no one could touch those brilliant and precious minutes of Brunetti's heavenly morsels.
"Yes, can you put me through to the dentist please?
Two for bridgework with a side of sugar rushes."
Fly well and fair play, young man.

The adventure begins...