Paranoia

Oh my gosh! I do get worried. Call it paranoia if you like, but in this climate of underlying menace on the streets, I cant help worrying about my teenage son. He doesn't go out alone of a night unless he is driven there and back - I feel the streets aren't safe for a teenager - even a sensible, untroublsome one. But today, he went into town with some friends for a look round, a meal and a visit to the cinema. All pretty harmless stuff! But when it got to 7.30 and no sign of him and nothing but an answerphone message from his Mobile, I started to get the stirrings of unease in my stomach. Various horrible scenarios from the newspapers started popping into my head. Murders - attacks - muggings - Oh my God! Anything could happen. Finally, I phoned his friends dad, who told me his son had rung ten minutes ago to say they were getting on the train and should be home soon. Phew!!!!! Relief.
But I wasn't properly relieved until he set foot the house. apparently, he entered the wrong PIN into his mobile and it shut his phone down so he couldn't ring.
Hmmmm. Payphones????? But I`m just so glad he`s home and safe. I dread to think what I`ll be like when the twins are teenagers