I've told you how my music loving son is in Europe at the moment. I've also told you how he left with no firm itinerary and very little intention of keeping in touch with his progress. He was starting at a music festival in Croatia and the last I heard was an update on Facebook that he was leaving Munich en route to Berlin.
So last night before I went to bed, I thought I would just catch the news headlines on TV as I hadn't heard any news all day. What was the headline? 17 teenagers killed at a German music festival. You know in cartoons where the character's heart beats so hard it shows through their skin and clothes? I know how that feels.
I fired up the laptop, googled a route from where the festival was to both Berlin and Munich. It was over the other side of Germany. It didn't sound like his kind of musical taste and I didn't think he would have gone that much out of his way to go to something that wasn't his kind of thing. But you never know, do you? My husband was convinced he was fine and I pretended I was too. I toyed with the idea of texting him or ringing him but it was late and the thought of not receiving an answer would have meant a sleepless night. But by 10am, I couldn't stand it any longer and secretly sent a text asking him to just let me know he was OK. 5 minutes passed. 10 minutes passed. 15 went by. I kept doing lots of busy things. I went upstairs. My daughter called out 'Mum .. your phone just beeped' I was down those stairs in nanoseconds. Yes, he was fine. I however had aged several years (and without the aid of Photoshop!)
So to try and retain a little youth, I took my daughter to see Toy Story 3 this afternoon. We were the only people there without a young child! It was so good. The animation is amazing - I would recommend. With or without a little person in tow!