After returning from a walk whilst staying at my dads, myself and my step mum went into the kitchen to cook dinner (she cooked I sat down, to be honest).
My dad and husband where in the living room, with monkey; I presumed. When I came out 15/20 minutes later and asked where monkey was they said they thought he was with us! Arrrrrrr panic stations!!
Living room? No monkey? Even more panic I rushed up stairs.
Then I hear a chit chatter, I walk along the hall to the far bedroom.
There he was with his coat still on, playing with some toys.
He looked round as if to say ‘what? I’m ok?’
I grabbed him up with a big cuddle,
I haven’t felt so panicked and scared in such a long time.