Body
The phone rang as I put my shoes back on. My shoulders went straight up, very efficient of them. I stayed standing while Ruth answered it. Outside, the air cooled the back of my neck and I realised I hadn't had a proper drink since lunch.
Mind
I had already shown her where the transport folder lives. Returning to point at it again would not have improved the system. Film at six, phone in the bag. The school has survived wars and several headteachers. It can manage my two hours.
Emotion
Leaving Ruth with the missing coach paperwork felt faintly criminal. She waved me off without looking worried, which was both reassuring and a small insult. By the cinema I was rather pleased. An evening needn't be earned through catastrophe.