My daughter and her mate didn't come home last night so I was waiting to rip her head off all morning. What I did get was a knock on the door from the police. I felt sick and sacred, the police told me they had found a car upside down in a ditch and found her bag in the car as well as her phone with all my missed calls on it. They also confirmed it was her mates car who also had not returned home. Obviously this got me even more worried because the police couldn't figure out where they were and why we had no contact. 10 mins after they left my daughter walks in without any idea of what's going on. I asked her why she didn't come home and to her credit she didn't try and bullshit me. Her mate was driving too fast and lost control on a country lane, ploughing into a ditch and flipping the car. The seatbelts saved them. She said her mate was too sacred to tell her parents and to my disbelief my girl agreed not to call me. They had mate who lived in the village half a mile away so went there and stayed the night. The police have been to see her mate now and done a breath test. She doesn't drink at all. My girl is at work now but left me with the mess of sorting out the problem of telling the Mrs. I am glad they are ok but totally pissed off big time. Getting two police officers knocking on your door with your daughters handbag and phone is not an experience I would wish on anyone. The beasting shall be on a massive scale but mixed with relief that I could of lost my little girl and didn't. Oh yes I cried like a baby after the left and couldn't wake up the wife or disturb her brothers. For 10 minutes I aged a lifetime.