This morning I went out as usual. DH works from home so he was in before I left.
Usually before he leaves he has his routine he takes the key out of the front door from the inside (so that no-one can get in overnight). Anyway, our cleaning lady pitched up while I was out with the kids asking me to come home - she can't get in she says they key is in the door on the other side. I came home with the children and told her to go and get herself a coffee while I tried to get in touch with DH. Spent an hour trying to call him and no answer.
Then I thought maybe he is at the gyms (where he usually goes to unwind) - called: no he is not there; maybe he has gone food shopping - not there either - still no trace of him. Then my mind starts wondering - what if he is in the house and something has happened to him (who knows he could have fallen down stairs / had heart attack). He is usually so predictable I can set my watch by him - so by now I have visions on my head. So I called the police - I was sort of expecting they might appeal to my rational self and say he will probably be okay but they said it sounded worrying they would send a police car.
Next thing I know there are 4 police outside my house threatening to break the door down.
They manage to climb over neighbour's fence. As soon as they do this DH calls and says "AliGrylls I got your messages. Is everything alright". The police were lovely and said it was not a waste of time and at least he is alright.
However, It has left me feeling like a twat and wondering if I over-reacted. And more to the point I can't believe I have posted this shameful experience on mumsnet.