What an awful bloody Friday night and all day Saturday up until around six o clock last night because one of our great, great, nephews went missing in Dunbar on Friday night, his bike was found lying on the ground.
There was me and the wife just sitting here nervous as fuck while members of the family, neighbours and others went searching for him but thank fuck police sniffer dogs traced and found him but there are a lot of questions that need answering like how he managed to cross a major motorway to the spot he was found with a sprained foot?
There was me down with a virus all week, felt better Friday so thought I would have a bottle of wine Saturday night with the wife and relax but as soon as the wife got a call from family about him going missing that was the drink put on hold and we sat there expecting the worse.
Thank god, though, when the police found him and thank fuck for police sniffer dogs, I sank 2 bloody bottles of wine after that with the wife gulping down here too.
A bit of a hangover now but it was worth it, the young lad was one of many great, great nephews we have in our 70-odd years of life and all around Dunbar & Dalkeith last night family and friends were relieved he was found ok.