When we got to church this morning, Little Fish's wheelchair looked like thisI'm impressed that we made it, really. She didn't tip up once. We walked back through the carpark, no sign of the missing item (worked it out yet?). We walked home the same route we'd walked in, and again no sign. We came home and searched the house incase we'd somehow managed to leave it behind altogether, but no luck there either.
Last week's story was about the woman who lost her treasure, tidied and swept her house until she found her coin, and then threw a party to celebrate its return. I'll throw a party for anyone who finds this; until it turns up Little Fish will be confined to her Lomax which really doesn't have the same panache. Or stability - in fact I'm sure there was a recall notice out last month. Today's story was about the man who found buried treasure in a field he was digging, sold all he had to buy the field, then rescued the treasure. I can't promise to give you all I have, but I might bake a cake for anyone who finds it.
Side note, and unrelated to our missing item (noticed yet?), I wonder what the other 9 coins felt like. Or if coins don't have feelings, the 99 good sheep. Or the son who stayed home and didn't waste his inheritance on the high life. Always seemed a little unfair to me. "You work hard, you do as you're told, you get on with things, you don't rebel, now go and throw a party for the one who did". I'm probably missing the point.
Back to the chair; Little Fish has been very bothered about this. So we rescued the Lomax from the garage, and dug out a bowl of water and cloths to clean it up. Little Fish was well prepared. It's fun being three. We cleaned and we scrubbed, and we scrubbed and we polished, and we got rid of the cobwebs and mould and most of the rust, and we have a chair she can take to school tomorrow.
Exhausted, we sat down together for a bit before bedtime. Little Fish found the camera. I'm not convinced she's improving.
But I might steal it for a profile pic somewhere.
I might also think about contact lenses.
And then to bed, and "pray Mumma, pray". So we prayed, "Thank you God for church and for lunch and for Grannie and Grandad and chocolate buttons my very favourite". And then a small addendum "and God my wheel please". So if anyone fancies answering a small child's prayer, could you tell me where her missing wheel has gone?