Off I went for another “building up my knee post injury” gentle trot...
.. I was minding my own business when I heard a child crying over my music. I was near a playground so I thought “Oh dear, someone has fallen over” & assumed parents would swoop to the rescue. A bit later I realised the crying was still going on & not fading into the distance. Looked over my shoulder to discover a tearful child running along behind me like a frantic duckling with”Anyone’s Mum will do!” written all over him. -Evidently, even in my scruffy running gear, I have “helpful mum & teacher” written all over me!
Poor mite - older step brother had run off & abandoned him, his phone was out of juice, he didn’t know dad’s address or phone number ( he was visiting) - or perhaps thought he shouldn’t tell me, which is fair enough. His only piece of knowledge was a pub near dad’s house - which was a long way off in the wrong direction - much too far for me to take him in the available time. The inevitable phone call to the police went ahead. Some 20 mins later, step brother returns sheepishly, talks to police on my phone- his main concern “You aren’t going to send the police to my house are you?” - I hope they phoned & snitched! What a rotter!
I resumed my gentle trot! Ah well, that’s one I’ll remember as “The duckling run”! 😀