I just need to describe what happened:
I'm in the bath, dh cooking, dd2 (20) and dd3 plus dd3s friend are out at church youth group accessed by driving on short stretch of motorway. Left about two hours ago. Dd passed her test last year and we've had a car she can use for about a month.
Knock at door, dh goes to answer it, says 'oh it's the police' I hear dd2s name and my heart just stopped. I mean I assume it didn't but this massive hole opened beneath me for a second and then I could policeman saying it was ok. I shouted down and dh said they were ok. Turns out a friend is missing and they wanted to know if she'd heard from her so we rang her. Then turned out to be wrong person altogether!
So all completely fine (for us) but the other poor parents. I hope they find the lass soon. And we've lost two friends whose parents had that knock and so did my grandparents fifty years ago. And it wasn't ok. For a heartstoppingly awful moment I thought it had come here.
I don't drink but have had vodka. Bloody hell!
This must happen all the time, is it just me who assumes the very, very worst? I didn't know my uncle but I've grown up with his loss iyswim and I think it's affected me at a very deep subconscious level. There were two policemen too. My mum said they come in pairs with bad news.
Now back in bath very slightly drunk....