‘Pamela… you‘ve disappeared!’

Pamela McCloud, 55, Bozeat, Northamptonshire

Wandering past the fridge on my way back to the living room, I stopped.

‘Just a little snack,’ I mumbled to myself, pulling the door open.

Pushing past the butter and veg, my hands hovered over my son’s sausage rolls.

Grabbing one from the packet of six, I headed back to the sofa, munching on my snack before I’d even sat down.

Flicking stray flakes of pastry from my lap, I wondered what to make for dinner that night.

I knew I had some partridge