Meet Peaches
It's the day before we're due to fly to Japan and we're attempting to pack our bags. Ollie's naturally is being packed with perfect precision, and he demonstrates how his zip closes with flawless fluidity. Arse. Looking for a distraction I bring up our impending departure with his 3 year old nephew who's half watching us and half recreating Jurassic Park with the contents of the toy box. "Hey Alf." "Yeah?" "Do you remember where Ollie and I are going tomorrow?" "Um. No?" "Japan. Remember we told you, we're going to the place where Pok é m on comes from." "But Pok é m on come from the shop." "Not the shop, the country! We have to go on a plane journey to get there." "Oh. Are you coming back next week?" "We won't be back next week. We'll be back in three months." "Is that a long time?" "A pretty long time. We'll be back after your ...
