Monday, October 18, 2010

Missing, Presumed Murdered

Last night I went to see Michael Nyman in concert at the Barbican. I met with some friends after for drinks and then dinner (1.30am at Balans in Soho) and we decided to carry on drinking, and before I knew it we were having breakfast at 7.30am.

(I decided to wait until tubes were running before going home given it was almost that time).

At around 9.30am I was at Kings Cross, and as I had a friend staying in Travelodge there, I decided to pop in to say hello. When I checked at reception there was no such reservation. So I pulled out my phone to call her...

Only to see a stream of missed calls - my mother 4 times, my brother, Xfe.

I phoned home (my parents are visiting for 2 weeks). All hell had broken loose...

My mother and father seeing I hadn't been home presumed I was now a missing person, probably dead. So, they had phoned the police to report me as a missing person. They had phoned my brother who was about to drop everything and head down to London. My brother had phoned my office to see whether I was due to be working (and if so whether I was there). In fact, I have today, tomorrow off.

My brother had also phoned Xfe, in Paris to tell him I was missing. He was fairly worried, sick with worry.

Xfe knows that on the odd occasion I go on a bender, and have stayed out until early morning, but it was the fact that my brother had called him that made him think something must be seriously wrong.

My mother had thought it was so unlike me. It probably is so unlike me, but how would she know? I left home about 20 years ago.

They just think London is a bad city.

Yes, I should have been more considerate, but on the other hand, isn't that the point of being grown-up, independent? This is after all my house, and how I live my life!

Tonight I am out again. If Xfe wasn't coming back I just might do the same thing to make that point clear.

My secretary, of course, thought this was hilarious (one of the mopping-up calls I had to make after).

5 comments:

Nik_TheGreek said...

lol... At least it sounds like you had a nice night out if it lasted until early in the morning...
It's a bit sweet that your parents were worried that you didn't get back home the night before...
lol...
Did you call the police as well to tell them you're not missing?

Miss Ginger Grant said...

Drama Queen!!!!

liminalD said...

Please don't be murdered.

Also, if I've read this right, you were 'missing' for ONE night, right? Bit of an overreaction from your family, I think, there are plenty of perfectly reasonable explanations for someone's temporary absence (visiting friends, having the phone turned off to get an early night's sleep, forgetting to look at the phone or losing it, etc etc etc)... I guess it depends on how uncharacteristic for you not answering the phone is. Me, I never answer my phone, so nobody bothers ringing it ;)

MadeInScotland said...

NTG - Yes, they phoned the police immediately to say I was not missing. I told them they had to. So I was a missing case for say 30 mins...

The point being, as you highlight LD, is that I was not missing. I was out with friends, dining, drinking and dancing.

And yet my parents still have the ability to make me feel shameful about it!

I never answer my phone. I see mobile as invader of my privacy. I often leave it at home deliberately, in the office by mistake. I switch it to silent, forget to turn it on...

Ah well, I think they realise now it was a drama over nothing, but what a drama they caused.

CJ/Rick said...

Ahh to be loved.

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