When my middle son was at university, he didn't come home after a night out. This was so unlike him, in fact he rarely went out. I kept ringing his phone, nothing.
Eventually I got a call from someone asking if I was the mum of the person, who had lost his phone. My heart practically stopped with worry.
It turned out this person had found my son's phone in the street near Glasgow University. What puzzled me even more was that he was at a different university!!!
With still no sign of my son, I drove up to Glasgow to get the phone back. ? I was fuming and sick with worry.
The young man, a foreigner refused a reward, but I insisted.
A few hours later, DS returned home to a very frosty welcome.
His excuse was he had stayed with a friend and lost his phone.
His face was a picture of bewilderment, when he spotted his phone lying on the table, when he had lost it elsewhere. It was hilarious, watching him, trying to work out how it got there!
He soon found out, when I demanded £20 from him as reimbursement for the reward I paid to the young man. ?