Fear and Loathing

I lost Billie at the zoo yesterday. I have been debating whether to write about it, so superstitious am I about my kids and my fears about them. She was racing to get to somewhere in the zoo and we agreed that she and Olly would run round one side of the bouncy castle and Steve and I would run round the other. But when we got there only Olly appeared. I went crazy, shouting and screaming out for her. She couldn’t keep up with Olly and in just twenty yards had lost her way. How much, I wonder, has the Daily Fear and its hand-wringing pals contributed to my immediate hysteria. All I know is that I keep feeling sick at the pit of my stomach, like I’ve been in some sort of near miss.

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