So, life is a series of mini mysteries and he solved his own “crime” today for me.
Came out of the guest room where I had been trying on the new clothes I bought (admiring that I’m in 12 Petite again, smirk, smirk).
The slightest tinkle of bells was heard - honestly, it was like the movies where the good fairy waves her magic wand and stars appear and there is soft “tinkling”.
Flew to the door and he is 1/2 way down the drive again. He turned around to the sound of the door and announced rather sternly, “I’m going for a walk.”
“Would you wait for me til I get my runners on?”
We walked along and finally I asked why he left without me. He said I had “all those people in the room and he didn’t know which room I was in.” So much for meds:)
Anyway, think it’s time to get a lock where I punch the combination in. My only concern is that he may get angry when he can’t get out - really angry.
If this path continues, he is short cutting to a care home. Fingers crossed I can get around that for a while yet.