Tonight I was ready to feed Mirinda lovely trout with lemon and hazelnut sauce (and new potatoes) but, by 11:45pm, I gave up thinking she’d be home to eat it.
She had a meeting at 4:45pm at work. And her phone? In our conservatory.
I rang the police at 1:20am and she drives in at 1:30am! She’d had to get a taxi from Woking (£40).
She’d had a nice night out with her school buddies while I had an awful night of worry and fear.
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