Thomas managed to age Terri and I by about ten years earlier today by getting lost in the Luton Arndale centre for nearly three-quarters of an hour. Talk about frantic. It's terrible to say it, but all you can think about is what happened to Jamie Bulger. He was eventually found in Marks and Spencers, having been last seen in Woolworths. A decidedly non-trivial distance. To say we were relieved when he was eventually found is an understatement - it's at times like these when you truly realise what's important and what's not. After I'd collected him, carrying him back, I burst into tears - the relief was overwhelming. Thomas kept asking me what the matter was, which probably made me worse. He's a little git - he was as cool as a cucumber and completely unphased by the whole thing - but we love him anyway.