Daddy wasn’t allowed back on the plane. “He was beside himself”, said Baba, but I could only see one Daddy. He wasn’t too worried about the phone, but the pictures on it he’d taken of me (ah... that’s a nice Daddy).
As the rest of us waited for our luggage to arrive, Daddy went off to ask the lost property people what to do about his lost phone. He took ages and when he arrived back, looking worried, we had all the bags. Off to the big taxi meeting us.
But it wasn’t there!
No phone, no taxi, no joke!