And there I was thinking we were looking for a little girl

Corpse. Cadaver.

And there I was thinking we were looking for a little girl called Madeleine, whose name her father can't even spell.

A little girl, less than three foot tall, robbed of the love and protection of those she trusted, robbed of her childhood, and now robbed of her identity. And those who deliberately chose to put her in a position that no child should ever have to experience - try to tell us they are the victims, they are ones suffering hurtful and unhelpful attention.

In my last post I addressed the issue of how I keep sane.

If you want to know how I keep going - read the above.