|The lovely Adelaide City Council guys and little ol' me, dredging Torrens Lake. As you do...|
As per usual, Wednesday is walking group day. But as it's school holidays here in Australia, I had DS (age 7) with me as well as DD (4). We're 3/4 of the way around our 4.5kms circuit of Torrens Lake in the centre of Adelaide, I'm carrying a friend's dog (don't ask), DD is running ahead and DS is helpfully pushing the empty stroller (buggy, pushchair, pram, whatever you call it) for me. All is fine and dandy in the summer sun, it's a beautiful day, 30C, lovely jubbly.
Next thing I know there's a splash and I see my (empty) stroller sinking like a stone into the lake... with my bag hooked onto it. My lovely Belgian tapestry chicken bag that's got my car keys, phone, wallet/purse, drivers license, DD's beloved Blankie, etc in it! Note to self - don't let 7 yr old push stroller vigorously right next to the lake where there's no fence - this is a mummy Fail.
Cue hysteria from the kids, with DD carrying on in an Oscar-worthy way, hands raised to heaven, tears and snot streaming from her, yelling 'Blankie, Blankie, this is a disaster!', and DS crying because his new Swiss Army Knife was also sitting on the stroller seat. Shouldn't have let it fall in the lake then, mate :-(
What to do in this pickle? I wasn't going to jump in the lake, it's filthy (and quite deep there), not to mention I had the kids going bananas with me. Thankfully, my gorgeous friend B kept a cool head, phoned my hubby, and phoned the City Council, who dispatched a (not very) Rapid Response Team to help.
Hubby took the crying kids away for lunch and B stayed while the guys got a long pole (a remarkably difficult process, they had to go away and come back again twice) and started dredging for the stroller.
But wait, there's more!
Half and hour later, no sign of pram, City guys go away, B drives me to my car and I use hubby's keys to get us all home. Commiserations, etc with the kids. Me and B joke about getting dive tanks, as my hubs is a PADI scuba diver. A couple of hours later, we discuss with B's hubby, who promptly goes down to the lake with a big hook on a rope and within 10 minutes RESCUES MY SHIT!
|This is a great chicken bag!|
The only unrecovered item was the Swiss army knife, easily replaced. Blankie has now been washed and returned to very happy little girl, my car keys are drying out, and we'll see if my phone recovers - at least I've now got the SIM. Thankyou thankyou to M, B, and all concerned!
See, I told you you couldn't make this stuff up - it's never a dull moment here!