A missing boy....
It happens in a split second doesn’t it? One moment you’re browsing the underwear section, trying to decide between the Spanx or Charnos control pants for that dinner party, while the two-year-old tugs a rack of bras down on his head; the next moment he’s gone. I lost my son in a mall once. He was two and a half at the time. We were in Marks and Spencer and he had freed himself from his buggy to look at the toys with his sister. He always did this and, unconcerned, I ventured over to a nearby section to browse the toiletries and cookery books, confident that both children would still be there when I returned. But when I did, five minutes later, I found my daughter leafing through a book, alone. ‘ Where is Oscar?’ I demanded. ‘I don’t know’ , she shrugged. ‘ Can I have this?’ she held up a Disney Princess diary. He must have followed me over to the toiletries , I told myself calmly. Yes that’s what happened. Pushing the empty buggy, I wandered over t...