Finally, after running up and down the stairs (the lift, she said she felt was running too slow! Shesh!) , to the main gate asking the guards to be on the lookout, checking the garden and then some more running around the complex, up and down the stairs she came and found me right where she should have looked in the first place…the top floor terrace of our own block! Near the lift, waiting for her to come fetch me.
She could have just taken the lift up instead of running herself into a heart attack of sorts.
I had just gone checking to see if the fog was as thick high up there and she had to go worry herself to death.
Mummies, I tell you! You’d imagine it’s somehow my fault the way she has been going on about it.
Hope you’re having some lovely adventures,