Panic

Ben flew through the door as I was cooking dinner tonight saying that I needed to come now as he has lost his wallet. Seemingly it had popped out of his back pocket on his way home from school pedalling furiously on his bike (late, after a clarinet lesson). We trawled around the streets for 30 minutes, me looking on the road and him walking on the pavement in case some helpful person had seen it and put it on a wall somewhere.

Finally despondent I left him to walk the final 100 metres and pulled up on the drive. There illuminated by my headlights is was, just outside the garage door...

What a relief...