I had planned a special day for Zidane to Billingsgate fish market (see previous posts about Zidanes fish obsession) so we set out at 5.30am. Our prebooked taxi didn't arrive, so I figured we could go by public transport. It was supposed to be two 30 minute busjourneys but the first bus terminated early because of a disruptive passenger so I decided we'd get on the underground instead. We stepped onto the escalator to descend onto the platform. I totally forgot that two months ago Zidane had a frightening ordeal when his shoe lace got stuck in an escalator. As soon as he stepped on, he jumped back of screaming - I wasn't as quick as him and tried to run back up an escalator that was going down. It's comical now, me fighting a losing battle to run up whilst screaming "help!" to nobody at all because there's no staff there so early.
I ended up sitting on the floor of London Bridge tube station cradling my terrified baby for 20 minutes while people walked around us.
But guess what? When he stopped crying and I said we would get something to eat and go home he said "No. I'm going down".
And he did.
I might just be the proudest Mother ever.