DD is 20 - nearly 21. Lives at home, but she spent last night at new boyfriend's house - we've not met, and other than knowing he's insanely tall and sells cars I know nothing about him. Anyway - she didn't show up this morning, or this afternoon, she wasn't answering her phone and I was SO close to either going to every single car salesroom in the city and accosting random tall men, or calling the police.
Anyway, she was at work. She NEVER works on a Friday. Apparently she'd told me she was going to work - I have no recollection of this so am clearly barking. I was in pieces about it - had absolutely convinced myself that nutter tall car bloke was an axe-murderer/rapist/God knows what.
But she's back, and I've had wine . I feel like I've aged a lot.