"My parents are looking at real-estate in Spain" - well, what would you think if a child told you that? Oh yes, and I'm the Queen of England!
But on this occasion, he was right. No.3 son and I had gone to collect Cello Boy from his orchestra practice. His friend was stranded. I merely asked where his parents were, and that was the answer I got. He was being looked after by relatives while they were away.
(The image is of a Gameboy game called Stranded Kids - seemed appropriate. Shame that it looks as though you have to hunt down a used copy now - it must have gone out of production.)
"So, who's collecting you?"
"Do you know where she lives?"
He named a district some miles away.
It turned out there had been a muddle over times, so we said we'd wait with him until he was picked up.
"We could always play to earn some money, then go and get a McDonalds while we wait ...?", said the Stranded One hopefully.
Well, I'm glad I didn't fall for that one, because he was collected sooner than he expected!
Will I get any research reading done tonight? Who knows. Cello practice calls!