Will came to stay with us, and said how much he loved old family videos.
We found an old VHS tape. Even more remarkably, we found something to play it on.
But the results appalled Nigel and me.
There were close-ups of twins being adorable – twins crawling briskly about and smiling at the camera; twins vocalising and playing with toys.
But in the background was Pascoe calling “Look at me, Mummy and Daddy.” The camera remained trained on the baby twins.
“On no!” said Will, “Now he’s doing star jumps to try to get your attention.”
Still the camera was fixed on the babies.
In our defence, I think we were trying to capture some milestone, like the twins learning to crawl. But we still felt guilty.
Over the last two weeks I have been fretting mainly about Carenza going off travelling, and somewhat about Perran, taking his finals. (Although he seemed to have it all under control.)
But WhatsApp reminded me that Pascoe was also out in the world doing daring deeds.
I knew about him unicycling up Snowdon.
But I didn’t know about Copenhagen until I saw this:
|"In a pout-off with the Little Mermaid."|
And I certainly didn’t know he was wild camping (without a tent!) in the woods near to Copenhagen until I saw this:
|"Have found great hotel with Dawn Chorus alarm clock and Fairy Forest wallpaper."|
I guess over the years he has stopped hoping for our attention,
but I am certainly waiting now to see what Pascoe gets up to next.