@YorkshireFelix That must have been so awful and so scary, I'm so sorry - and so glad you've got him back safely. It makes you feel like you can't keep them safe, doesn't it? It's horrible.
Bill kept disappearing through the broken fence in the dog park, and I thought I'd lose him, as if he got through to the care home I didn't know where he could get to. It was awful, as it meant the one local place I could actually let my guard down turned out to be unsafe.
As it happened, one of the other owners went and talked to the care home, and it turns out that there's another, more secure fence the other side, so he is effectively getting into a tunnel. I've relaxed about it a bit now (not completely, as I'm not convinced there are no other holes, but there's only so much you can do). I think the moral of the story for me is that (a) I can't ever completely relax but (b) most things turn out to be okay.
Still absolutely wiped out here. Took hooligan for a freezing trip up to the dog park for a poo, where he redeemed himself by coming back every time I called him, even when he was getting all hormonal-sexy-time with his besty. Then he stole my glove and, while I was hanging on one end of it, trying to wrestle out a treato of sufficient value that he'd swap, his besty came and fastened onto the bloody thing as well. At that point I was freezing, covered in mud and salmon paté, soaking wet, and doubled over, crying with laughter.
We're back and curled up on the sofa - himself finally napping - and when he wakes up I plan to have a very hot shower, watch shite TV, and be in bed by 8:30pm (thank you @brushingboots ).