Drove into the village at 8.30 this morning for a breakfast with Santa. Cafe Rouge was having a special childrens' breakfast with a visit from Santa and even little gifts for the kids. J went in with us and while he was sorting out the parking ticket I went around to the boot to get the stroller out. It wasn't there! A quick series of thoughts ran through my head. Why would anyone steal a stroller... deja vu... haven't I been through this once before... oh shit, where did I leave it this time?
After some quick crime scene reconstruction in my head I realised that the last time I had seen the stroller was the night before when we met up with Elizabeth, Andrew and Mary Catherine for a last supper before they go off to the States for the holidays. Obviously I had the stroller when we left the restaurant. I took it to the car. Do I remember putting it in the boot? No. Crap.
I think J was genuinely shocked that I could do something so stupid TWICE. Oh well, nothing for it. We had a date with Father Christmas and a missing stroller wasn't going to get in the way of that. So I picked up Rosie and the nappy bag, took Tobes by the hand and schlepped through the village. We had to pass the spot where I had parked the night before and lo and behold it was a Christmas miracle. The stroller was still there.
Some kind soul had pushed it up under cover and it was fine though a little wet with morning dew. I had a quick sniff to make sure it really was morning dew and not some drunk guy's wee from the night before then plonked Rosie in it and we were off.
Very glad to have found the stroller but I must admit that I was already planning what kind to buy next.
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andrew and i can NOT stop laughing... with you, of course - not at you.... i'm so glad you found it!!
grumpa and i are laughing just as hard and loud!
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