A conversation from many years ago between my late mother and the dentist’s receptionist:
Mum: “I’m here for the 2pm appointment.”
Receptionist: “And your husband? He is here for his appointment at 2:30.”
Mum: “No, I’m afraid I’ve lost him.”
Receptionist (with a look of deep sympathy): “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.”
Mum: “No, I haven’t lost him; I mean he’s wandered off to the shops round the corner and I can’t find him.”