Tom is home from the Alps, where he’s been mountain biking.
Spud the dog and the rest of the menagerie are very glad to have him home, we all are.
We’ve had a family bereavement whilst he’s been away. Its the sort thing that makes you want to gather everyone in, safe and well, to be together. We are sad.
Yes, we are very glad Tom is home. I’m glad I didn’t know just how precipitous the routes they have been riding were. I’m glad I didn’t know anything about his close encounter with the 200ft drop that left the guy who hauled him back to safety ashen faced*. I’m glad I didn’t know about being in the fresh snow and the ice. Yes very glad indeed. I do know that the the pile of dirty laundry he’s brought back with him, is as high as Mont Blanc, but you don’t need to know how smelly it is.
Dodger and Spud check out Toms kit bag… with the thankfully, unused first aid kit.
* this is independent eyewitness testimony, not teenage bravado!