Several ‘near misses’ have flooded back accompanied by that awful gutwrench of realisation of what might have happened. The traffic ones are the worst.
Trafalgar Square, with luggage, I let DD 3 take the empty container of pigeon corn back to the nearby stall we bought it from. To my horror she ran straight past it into a crowd, she was too small to see the counter when close up. How fast did I abandon the luggage and rush after that little blue dress!
Oxford Street, rush hour. DGS 3 (her son!) was with me as I queued in a packed McDonalds. I told him to stay by me when I was served. He was, seconds later, not at my side and nowhere to be seen. As I loudly asked whether anyone has seen a little blond boy in red a gleeful voice immediately behind me said ‘Here I am, Granny.’ I suspect it was deliberate, he was SO.pleased!!
Told not to move from a bench on a fairly small railway station while I went to the Ladies my 9 year old and his Walkman had vanished. Another gleeful voice was heard as I asked passers by whether they had seen him. He hadn’t moved FROM the bench but was hiding UNDER it. Oh dear!
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