This time he really did go home................
Our trip to Manchester had to be aborted.
Last night my dear husband went home. He was missing for 4 hours, from 6.05p.m. until 10.15 p.m. I had to call the police, who found him, wandering and lost, in an area we had lived in 10-15 years ago.
For those familiar with Manchester, he had walked from our hotel in Piccadilly, towards the Central Library. He turned into Oxford Road, went past the BBC, past the University complex, past Manchester Royal Infirmary and St. Mary`s Hospital. He continued to walk along the `Curry Mile`, past Platt Fields, and Manchester High School. He then walked through fallowfield, Withington Village and on into Didsbury.
I had alerted the police to Piccadilly Railway Station, and Bury, but hadn`t given West Didsbury a thought.
The police brought him back to the hotel. he was dazed. He didn`t know where he had been or how he`d got there. After the police had gone, he told me he thought he`d been asleep.
The police were wonderful. The hotel staff were wonderful.
I couldn`t risk a repetition in Manchester, it is far too dangerous.
So we came home together today.
He said he understands he is safer in a small seaside town, than he would be in a big city.
We shall see.