I’m not having a fun morning. Surly dropped that mirror over here, and then Big Sal and the girls turned up … and then Angel disappeared. He just disappeared. Last I saw he was in the driveway with that flaming hoover toy, and then I turned around and he was gone. I was calling his name, went next door looking for him, and he wasn’t there. Couldn’t find him anywhere. Big Sal, Surly and I were walking in and around the house and up the street calling his name. Little bugger was hiding under the covers in his bed, as a joke for Fishy-Bob. Scared the crap out of me, because I thought he was outside and had gone up the street….
When I eventually found him, I got so upset. Massive overreaction on my part, and I realise for the last 5 and a half years not a minute has gone by where I haven’t known where he was or with whom. His whereabouts are always at the back of my consciousness and it was really freaky not knowing where he was.
Not fun.
