Today I took Little Fink and Marsha to the local swimming pool with flumes. They left me with my book in the seating area at 11.30am. Little Fink had a horse riding lesson at 4pm which meant they needed to be out of the water at about 2pm - 2.30pm.The time marched round to 1.30pm and it occurred to me that I had seen neither hide nor hair of them in 2 hours. Eek. What a bad mother I was. I looked around, up the stairs where the children were waiting to take their turn, in the lazy river, in the paddling pool and in the throng of children walking past.
I thought that by the law of averages, I should have caught a glimpse of them by now, but i had not.
I started to worry, what if i have to admit to the lifeguards that I can't find my children? He will ask what are they wearing? To tell the truth, when I see the girls, of course, I will know them, but to describe the costumes was beyond me. I know the one she had when she was 6 but not this one.
Then I saw a slither of black and Speedo orange....Little Fink floating past on the lazy river. I put two fingers in my mouth and let out the ear splitting Mrs Fink "come here" whistle (which all Little Fink's friends know and respond to - it even worked at a Premier League Football match!). Duly 2 figures came trotting over and sanity was restored, children were dried and changed.
We got to the riding lesson to find it had been cancelled. Doh!
