Finally, back in my arms. After a frantic 30 minutes of searching, she stood unperturbed in aisle twelve near the pots of mayonnaise and bottles of ketchup shaking a jar of gerkins which she watched as they turned in their own vinegar. I grabbed her little shoulders and pulled her to me as the relief escaped from the corners of my eyes.

‘Sophie, my god! Where have you been. I’ve been..’

‘Look mu...