My friend S and her son S were due to come round this morning, sort of a mini-book party as she wanted to look at some of the books I sell. I spent the morning tidying the flat and then decided at the last minute to rush out to the corner shop with the kids to buy some bread as Mr. Lacer had eaten most of the loaf I’d brought only yesterday and we wouldn’t have enough for sandwiches for lunch. So me and the kids rush out the door, as I close the door I hear a bang and I know it’s the buggies falling over, you see our flat has a very small hallway, literally the size of a cupboard and in that space we store, a double buggy, a single buggy, buggy board, a stroller, a scooter and a walking frame, as well as all the hats, coats and bags and various outside shoes, so it has always been a finely placed balancing act and consquently a bit of a squeeze to get into our house. So anyway I hear the buggies falling over but I didn’t think much of it at the time, I was in too much of a rush to go and get that bread but when we got back, minutes before my friend was due to arrive, I put the key in the lock, pushed open the door and only managed to get the door open to a gap just about big enough to put your hand through. So I tried putting my hand through to shift the fallen buggies that were preventing the door opening any wider, no luck, I pushed and pushed, no luck, so had to resort to waiting for my friend to arrive so we could go to hers instead where I could ring a locksmith to get us in through the back door (to which I had no key). Luckily a very nice, very large locksmith turned up an hour later and before trying to expensively dismantle my back door he attempted to open the front door and through shear brute force managed it, thank goodness but it did work out to be a very expensive loaf of bread.
You can read my rantings and ravings about my current buggy situation here but to update it the accursed double buggy is now going in the shed where it belongs as we really should stop using it, Girl Lacer is big enough, the stroller will be jammed into a cupboard, the scooter can go in the kids bedroom (mmm night time scootering, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it), the walker can go back to physio (Boy Lacer doesn’t really need it anymore) just leaving the single buggy, just like it used to be when we were a one kid family. Back then Mr.Lacer used to complain about me always leaving the single buggy unfolded, but at least if it’s upright and fully assembled it’s not going to fall over and block the door!