Tag: lost

Missing: Reward Offered

I’m absolutely gutted, that I lost my umbrella the other night.  I managed to get into London and had it with me until the last 5 minutes.  I’m guessing I left it on the train when I got off at my stop, we may have been slightly distracted eating Kebabs and making paper hats.

Making Paper Hats

I was travelling from London to St Albans on First Capital Connect.  I’ve filled in a lost property form but guessing there is very little chance that I will ever get it back. :-(

I could just rock up to lost property and claim any old umbrella as I imagine they have thousands of them.  However, this wasn’t just any old umbrella!  It was a Wine Bottle Umbrella from Katwalk Kimberly’s, pure genius!

Wine Bottle Umbrella from Katwalk Kimberly's

My fear is that someone has either kept it for themselves or they would not have realised it was an umbrella and it’s on its way to a bottle recycling depot somewhere!

Has anyone seen my umbrella?  If you find it there’s a bottle of wine in it for you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stranger Danger!

I’m not one for giving unsolicited parenting advice, as parenting is not my forte, but I genuinely believe this is very good advice.

My daughter is only 4; she knows our house number but not the name of the street, she can count to 30 and back but would never be able to recite my mobile number and on a good day I’m lucky if she knows my last name, as we have different last names. I’m adamant that I don’t want to frighten her into that thinking there’s a bogeyman around every corner waiting snatch her, but I do want to equip her to cope is she ever in a frightening situation. For example, if we get separated in a crowd.

So, when we go to busy events; Fireworks night, Winter Wonderland, turning on Christmas lights or travelling on the tube in rush hour, I always have a quick conversation with her in a blasé tone, to play down the likelihood that this will happen. I begin by giving her one of my business cards and asking her to put it in her pocket. Then I remind her that if ‘we get separated don’t panic/cry, find another mummy, tell her you can’t find your mummy and give her my business card’.  So many of us tell our kids to find a police officer, but when’s the last time you stumbled across a Bobby?

Nine times out of ten, most other mums will be completely safe, will do their utmost to help, will comfort her and reunite us in minutes.

Fingers crossed this never happens but it makes me feel a lot better that she at least knows what to do, heaven forbid it ever happens. But, we all know kids are bloody quick and it’s only a matter of time before it does.