still missing

Fraser's mum and and Dad are on their way over this morning. i phoned them last night. In fact they'll probably be here any minute. I told them to hold off for a bit but they weren't having any of it. They blame me I can tell.
I shouldn't have phoned them really, but I was pissed up, got a bit emotional and that, saw the phone in the reception at the hotel, and before I knew it I was dialing the number.
"You're a bastard mate," said Mark when I told him back at the hotel.
"What's the matter with you miserable bollocks?" I said.
"I can't believe you went and told Fraser's mum that you think he's drowned."
"I didn't say 'I think he fucking drowned' you clown."
"What did you say to her then?"
"Eh?"
"What did you say to her?"
"Well, I told her he took his lilo out for a paddle this afternoon and nobody's seen him since."
"Oh you told them the truth then?"
"Oh why don't you turn over fart yourself to sleep."
"He didn't take his lilo out though did he Marshal? ."
"What are you saying?"
"You fucking dragged him out on it when he was having a sleep."
"For a joke, yeah … "
"Well it's a joke that has backfired pal wouldn't you say."
"It's not my fucking fault."
"Well whose fault is it exactly."
"Eh? I don't know. It's nobody's fault. Any normal bod would have woke up - bobbing about in the fucking waves and that."
"Oh, so it's Fraser's fault."
"You said that not me."
"I give up."
"Give up? I couldn't give a luke and matt goss what you fucking think to be honest."
We stared at eachother for a few minutes before Mark turned over and faced the wall. I was fucking fuming. There's no way I was fucking kipping here with this fucking twonk. I got up and went and slept by the pool. I don't know why it was me that had to fucking well sleep outside though. It was that cunt what started it. He's lucky I'm fucking tired or I'd have had him is all I can say.