Don't know what to do

I don't know what to do. If Mike was here ... I really wish Mike was here. I bet he could find her.

I could get Paul to bring him home, I guess. I mean, I think he could do that. I don't know whether he would. And I don't know whether I should ask, for the same reason. I mean, I know Mike needs to get away sometimes. I really wish he didn't, but ... he does, got to accept that.

Just as well I told Mike I'd stopped blogging -- which was true, only here I am, back at it again. Not that Mike would read it if I asked him not to.

God, I'm burbling. I'm worried, and I don't know what to do. Leanne's frantic. I want to do something. And if her grandma's wandering about somewhere, she'll surely be dead from hypothermia or something soon. Of course, people ARE looking for her; they're bound to find her. I mean, how far can a demented old lady get? But there's some pretty wild territory on that side of the water, and if she got that far, they could hunt for weeks and not find her.

Mike could find her.

I guess ... what am I weighing up here? Mike's needs against someone's life? That's stupid, right? If he needs more time away, he can go back for chrissake. I'll ask Paul if he can call him back.