BBC News - David Cameron's daughter Nancy left behind at pub (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-18391663)

"David Cameron and his wife, Samantha, left their eight-year-old daughter, Nancy, in a pub after having Sunday lunch, Downing Street has confirmed"

Anyone left their kids behind?

Makes a change from an umbrella I suppose...

The then Mrs BB left our son in his pram ouside the newagent's opposite the Horse and Jockey in Waddington village in 1969. It was not, I hasten to add, during opening hours. Some say it explains everything about him.

What did you leave behind in the pub..?


About fifty quid and a few pints of pee.

Wife left our middle son on a bus once years ago

Easily done: we left No 1 daughter under the table in the pub on our way home from the hospital when she was days old. Sometimes think that we shouldn't have gone back for her ;)

It obviously runs in the family as Mum left me in the pram outside the butchers & only realised she after she took the bus home and was unpacking the shopping :ooh:

reminds me of the film 'Home Alone'.

An old school friend of mine, who shall remain nameless made a number of purchases at the 'Ann Summers' shop.

She then proceeded to leave the bag behind, complete with the recent purchases (I didn't ask her what they were), in a pub in Liverpool where she had eaten lunch.

Apparantly, the bar staff had rather large grins on their faces when she returned to collect her 'shopping'.

Me wages every week.:(

Stopped off at the local shops with No 1 son in back of the car asleep, then walked home.
Wife "Where's the car?"
Me "Never mind the car, where's the lad?"
Scurry back to the shops where meladdo slept on regardless.

One of my bushy cousins left his three kids (all under twelve) behind in a small north Indian village. There was the usual Indian chaos at bus boarding time and he was so concerned about getting the backpacks loaded that he forgot about the kids. :ouch:

He reckons the worst moment of his life was looking out the back of the bus and seeing three small faces looking at him accusingly from the roadside. The bus driver turned around immediately so the actual abandoment time was about a minute, but they still remind him of it at every wedding/21st birthday/graduation speech. :E

They became a doctor, a cattle station manager and a successful jack-of-all-trades office worker respectively, so it didn't seem to do them any harm in the long run. Probably taught them self reliance...:\

when I was 6 the family did a trip to the States, including a shopping visit to a huge department store somewhere in NYC. (Macy's ?).

as we went in there was a display of something that caught my eye so I stopped to look. Looked up - no mum & dad or brothers anywhere.

No panic, I'll stand just outside the door where we came in, because logic demands M&D&Bs will come out the same way.

5 minutes, there is a HUGE (well I was only 6) NY PD in blue uniform, cap, holstered gun, nightstick etc.
- "everything alright sonny?"
- "well I stopped to look at something & then they got lost, so I'm waiting for them". [me with anglo-accent]
- "they got lost, that was kinda silly of them, let's see if we can find them"

so we go back into store, NYPD has quick word with floorwalker, M&D&Bs appear, Mum have a bit of a panic, D marginally perturbed, Bs amused.

Parents ! can't leave them for a minute!

The only things I leave behind in pubs are money, urine, inhibitions and common sense. :sad:

My godchild's mother Shirl set off for school having fed cats, dogs, husband etc. and packed the kids in their always-cluttered Galaxy. Half way there phone rings.

She says to oldest child "Answer that" He says "It's Max". Shirl calls to back seat "stop messing around Max." No answer.

To middle daughter: "Is he on the middle seat with you ?". "No." Well, look over the back of the seat and see if he's there." "No, there's no Max on the back seat".

Oldest child, still on phone, says "Max says he's locked in the house, you forgot him".

Red face, U-turn, etc.

Anyone seen my reading glasses? :8

The very attractive barmaid. Mrs G would have a serious 'sense of humour failure' if I brought her home

wingsfolded said About fifty quid and a few pints of pee

Did you see any eyeballs?ewwww yuck (http://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/deep-inside-the-chain-pub-piss-dungeon):eek:

My parents left me sitting on a park bench when I was six.

They send me a card every year on my birthday.

Many many years ago I worked for a tour operator in Jersey (CI). Having seen off several flights on a busy Saturday afternoon I was doing paperwork when an announcement was made for the parents of a small girl, whose name they gave, to come to the airport information. As I knew they were our clients and had left I went to the counter to find this sweet little girl about 3 years old there, very calm and composed, and she said : "My Mummy and Daddy have gone home and I think they forgot me." They had indeed, they'd gone from the pub to the duty free and then were called for boarding and left. Cretins is an understatement.

As the flight was in the air and we had no passenger contact details other than the travel agency - closed for the weekend! She had no identifying documents on her and didn't know her home phone number. The police took the details and said they would contact the police in the child's home town to send a Bobby round. They managed to get an address but no phone number.

My then girlfriend and I took her home (can you imagine doing that these days!) and we heard nothing until Monday morning when the local police came and took her to be flown back to Manchester.

An old girlfriend worked as a barmaid in Melbourne's Young and Jackson's hotel. She said that many people left their dreams behind in the pub. However one night after closing, the staff found that someone had left behind a wheelchair. Is there something in the beer in this establishment? Perhaps a supernatural influence of the portrait of Chloe that adorns the wall in the lounge? She says now she believes in miricles.

My Dad left me outside a pub in Stalybridge in my pram when I was about 1.

It probably accounts for me still being attracted to pubs.

I once had a mad bitch girlfriend who I left behind in the pub deliberately several times after tantrums. Ex-stripper in some of the "posh" nightclubs in Paris (Crazy Horse etc).
Somehow she never seemed to find a problem getting home even though she never had any money - she'd always bedazzle (or bed?) some poor sap into bringing her back around four in the morning. Bloody annoying - I REALLY wanted rid of her but she kept coming back

Goudie, Angels, et al, left me in the Stage Door pub at Victoria last December... it's a wonder I managed to find the door, let alone my way home. :}

Once upon a time, one spouse was Australian, the other was not. Junior was a toddler.

Papa Bear, Mamma Bear and Little Baby Bear all lived happily together in the very North of Australia, in a lovely Bear House on a lovely ocean-front lot. Some Bears, dear Children, are forced to live in such a strange environment.

This is not a spider story, nor a shark story, nor even a snake story, but it is a true story.

One day Papa Bear came home, voice lifted in a merry song about a jolly swagman, to find Mamma Bear in the house but Little Baby Bear nowhere to be seen. Ooops! Where can he be, Little Baby Bear?

Oh Good! There he was, toddling on the beach, safe and sound. Good!

No! My dears, Not so good!

Inland from Little Baby Bear, quietly basking in the sunshine endemic to those climes, and Doing No Harm to Anyone, we must all acknowledge, was another family: Papa Salt-Water Croc and Mamma Salt-Water Croc. There may have been Little Baby Salt-Water Croc. as well.

Pausing only to fetch Mamma Bear a reflex clip up the side of the head, smartish like, and grab a Fire-Arm, Papa Bear raced off to retrieve Little Baby Bear. He was successful.

All of a sudden Mamma Bear became Unhappy, and started Le-gal Pro-ceed-ings against Papa Bear for his Vio-lent and Ab-u-sive Be-hav-iour. One Thing led to, in fact, Another, and soon Mamma Bear and Papa Bear were into the Pet-it-ion for Div-orce and Coun-ter Pet-it-ion, as happens All Too Often between Papa Bears and Mamma Bears the World Over.

And that is as far as we need go. Not a wholly happy story, really. All the same, Little Baby Bear grew into a Big Strong Bear.

but she kept coming back


Did you know someone wrote a poem about her: "The cat came back"?

Not in a pub, per se, but my autistic son - many moons ago - decided to take a bus ride
by himself during a summer vacation we were having at the time. The ex and I, and my older son, had stopped at a booth to purchase some tickets for a boat ride on Lake George, NY. As we were handing over my money, and unbeknownst to anyone, my younger son hopped on a local site-seeing bus (he was all of 3 years old at the time). As the bus pulled away, there was my son waving out the back of the bus at us. (Sort of like: see ya. I don't want to go on no stinking boat ride. I much prefer the bus, thank you very much.)

I sprinted after the bus, which stopped, and accompanied my son off.

Dodged a bullet on that one!

When I was about three I got left behind in Marks and Spencer. It is one of my earliest memories and I have never got over it! :uhoh::{

CFI:

Does that mean you never, ever venture into a Marks and Spencer?!!!!

When I was about three I was sent to an isolation hospital and didn't receive any visits for the (several?) weeks that I was there.

My parents had been told that 'it was for the best' if they didn't visit . . .

My son, I believe about 10 at the time, was arriving to FRA at the same time as his dad, a Lufthansa captain, from different flights so dad was to pick him up at the child care station. I decided to walk the road from the house to meet them (no cell phones back then) and my now ex arrived... back seat empty. He had forgotten his son at the airport! :mad: Quick turn-about and off to the airport where our son was very upset and the child care people as well (it was past closing time).

The BBC report does say ".....after having Sunday drink....".:D

How old is she? Eight? Hardly a toddler and she helped out the staff. I reckon she told mummy and daddy the same story, I'm going in the other car.

However, I was separated from my mum as a toddler in a large department store. I probably found something more interesting to gander. That was scary, really scary, I've lost my mum.:{ Real fear for me at that age, perhaps just 3 or 4.

When Pa was stationed at Leuchars - 1957/59 - we visited the relations in North Notts. Travelling back we had to change trains at York. Bit of a wait so exited eight year old (moi) charges around looking at the engines et al. Pa eventually runs out of patience with me and grabs me before throwing me on top of a large laundry type basket.
SIT THERE AND DON'T MOVE UNTIL I TELL YOU TO MOVE!
So I did as I was told, right up to the bit when I watched them board the northbound train and the train was leaving the station when his face appeared out of the door window. Cue lots of shouting and screaming - them not me - and train's communication cord being pulled. "But, but you told me not to move until I was told" I blubbed through tear filled eyes.
The adventure was later compounded my my getting stuck in the train toilet somewhere around Newcastle.
Happy days.

When I married, wife came with a small dog.

Travelling north up the A5 near Woburn I stopped the car at traffic lights - hopped out and fetched something from the back seat.

A couple of miles later - no dog!

Turned around and drove back and found a bewildered small dog wandering in the main road at the traffic lights . . .

Dunno which pub I left them in, but I did lose 2 days in New Orleans once.....

It is very frightening when one loses a child in a crowded place. We lost our youngest daughter (3) in Woolworths, Oxford. After much dashing around alerting staff etc. and in near panic I looked up and there she was sitting at a table in the 1st floor restaurant, calmy looking down and waving at her frantic Dad.

...my grandaughter went adrift in a Big toy emporium with backwards writing. My daughter is going frantic at the checkout when small person appears giggling.
"Where on earth have you been?"
"Hiding in that toy house over there"
"Why for goodness sake??"
(Very seriously) "I was having a poo", followed by more giggling.
Scarlet faced mother runs over to find that her leg had been well and truly pulled by - a 5 year old. (Still giggling)
Later that year she told the immigration lady at Changi that she was " ...a 100 years old". Mother again red faced trying to convince small person that there are times and places for jokes and where she is now is NOT one of them.
Her mother is dreading her teenage years.

The Ancient Mariner
(I'm enjoying teaching her how to argue properly, and having a lot of fun in the process)

Yep, horrible. Lost 5 year-old child number3 on Clacton pier. Busy day, with a high tide. I ran from side to side as we headed towards the coast end, looking at the water and wondering how many broken 12" X 12"s there were hidden just below the surface, should I have to jump in. Still remember the fear of not seeing him again.

About half way down he appeared from the midst of a gaggle of ladies. I was so cross with him I threw him over the side.

What did I leave behind?
Nuffin'. Still here.

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5 year old child on a water flume. We'd gone down a winding ride together on industrial sized rubber rings & I had gone over a small drop first after which the progeny failed to appear in my wake. Despite the water being three foot deep, lifeguards every ten feet, dozens of people around & armbands on her, I still experienced the spasm of visceral fear. What if?

Then the life guard appeared to tell me she'd refused to go over the drop & they were looking after her. Always the little kids he said. And that was that.:rolleyes:

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Once I'd realised that escaping from the parents didn't lead to instantly being eaten by dragons I got more adventurous and remember being walked around in a sort of harness on a lead so I wouldn't scamper off whenever Mum got into one of her endless chats with friends at the shops. :zzz::zzz::zzz: "Yes well we have to keep her on a lead or she'll just run away again". My older sisters never got their wish that I would run under a bus.
It taught me the value of freedom and independance at a very early age..

Interesting timing for this story. Your predecessor in No 10 gets to blub about his familiy's treatment by the press at the Leveson Enquiry, your Chancellor is about to have a turn in the same seat and lo and behold this story about your family pops up.

Perhaps I'm getting (more) cynical these days.

A year ago my oldest grandson, then aged four, would go and hide among the rows of hanging clothes in shops and get himself into spaces where he couldn't be seen.

Watching him became a full-time activity to ensure that he didn't completely disappear, either voluntarily or involuntarily.

Years ago, walking towards a restaurant for lunch, saw my colleague J's car with a pregnant Mrs J sitting in passenger seat. "J's just picking up some shopping" called out Mrs J to me.

Walking back after lunch an hour or twain later, in same place saw Mrs J still sitting in car looking forlorn. "I think my husband forgot he brought the car to town" she says " and has gone back to work on the tram. If you see him, could you remind him he's left me and the car in town....?"

(Addendum: J was an utterly brilliant software analyist but more than a trifle absent-minded).

J was an utterly brilliant software analyist but more than a trifle absent-minded.
I worked at one time for an engineer who was brilliant at his technical work (he would counter my ideas with several much better solutions off the top of his head) yet totally inept at self management.
He would spend several minutes searching for his spectacles before realising that they were on the top of his head, would set off driving into town then drive round the roundabout several times as he had forgotten where he was going and come into work on days which he had booked holiday for family events and many more 'absent-minded' incidents - but I respected him for his amazing engineering ideas.

Jeez (to use a Sherman expression)! Give CMD a break, I've managed to leave the wife in a pub before.:E Problem was, she found me in the other pub in the village!:{

Tableview, thanks for that. Kind of way that I saw it:ooh:.

Bloke walking round shops with missus, bored to tears so slips out of sight and leaves her to it. 1 hour later she notices he's missing and ring's his mobile. ''Where the hell are you?'' she cries. He replies, ''you know that expensive jewellers shop where you saw that lovely diamond ring?''
''Yeeess'' she says with hardly suppressed excitement. ''Well'' he chortles, ''I'm in the pub next door!''

Heaven help said Bloke. They'd better break up right now. She has taken it down in the mind ("writing" wholly needless) and if they maintain any sort of link she will adduce it in evidence over the coming fifty years.