The call ended with him saying "Okay, well if you ever lose him again then call me and I'll help you find him". Dude! I sincerely hope I never ever lose him again but thanks!
There had been no sightings of him for 24 hours. And since walking her little socks off for hours, Sophie (through tears) asked if she could go to nanny's. Of course you can. Then I can drop this brave face.
I'd underestimated her, she wasn't going to fall apart. And I did have a little chuckle that even in the darkest of times she managed to fit a bacon sandwich* into the schedule.
I quit. And ended up as a housekeeper/companion, for m'lady. Which is how I came to be scrubbing her toilet when the out of nowhere, un-forecast storm hit on that fateful Monday morning.