I had a very big fright yesterday. Early morning (about 8.30am) I had a visit from the owner and a care worker from Lex's daycare centre. The day before they had taken the able-bodied attendees out for lunch at a local Working Men's Club. They played pool and darts and were generally having a good time, when they noticed that Lex wasn't there. They checked the toilets (Lex is familiar with the Club's layout as it is where he goes to Rotary each week). They then went to the Police Station (which is situated next door) and reported him missing before getting the off duty carers mobilised to search for him. Fortunately he was found half an hour later about 2 kilometres away on the main road after negotiating the CBD, heading for our home (I presume - as it was in the same direction). They were very concerned,as this is the first time he has shown any inclination to wander. I don't blame them for his escape, as we all know how quickly this can happen. They suggested - and I have followed this up - that I get a locator for him. I went to the Police Station (same one) yesterday afternoon and spoke to them about them. The young lady I spoke to was the same one that handled the initial visit from the carers, so knew what I was talking about. She has arranged for the Search and Rescue man who deals with the locator alarms to come and visit us next week, as he is on leave at present. I am now more determined than ever that he MUST come with me whenever I leave the house, as obviously he has entered a new phase of this insidious disease