The Best Laid Plans of Eggs and Men

It all started idyllically enough. I picked the boys up from school, I briefed┬áthem on the great fun we’d be having, we went for a stroll along a country lane bordered by vineyards and olive groves. Late afternoon sun slanted. Lizards scuttled across sunlit stone walls. We picked blossoms and interestingly-shaped leaves, laughed, chatted. What…