After ten minutes of looking I explain to a Bunnings person my issue, explain the solution I want and am amazed when they produce exactly what I need. $15 later and back at home I find myself dummying up a temporary solution under the light of the front porch in the freezing cold of Canberra June night. I work away for a good fifteen minutes, slowly turning blue, fingers going numb, and finally it's all there and seems to be working. It's the sort of solution that will work for a while if I'm careful but it isn't by any means a permanent fix.
I debate putting the stroller in the car now but I have to clear out the boot first. I'm also dog tired, frozen to the bone and over it. So I leave it sitting there and head to bed. Naturally it rains.
Mon and I choose breakfast in a cafe over a walk in the rain with the babies and after that Mon comes back to my place to just sit and veg. Problem is that I can't relax because the stroller is totally soaked and I'm worried about it being permanently damaged. So Mon sips her tea and watches in amazement as I lift it through the house to the bathroom. I flick the heat lamps on and leave it to bake dry. Which takes about four hours. As I manoeuvre it back through the house it catches and I give it a small tug...removing the front wheel again.
At this point I give up. I will wait for the bloody locking pin. The stroller sits in our hallway for a week-and-a-half until the locking pin shows up. When it comes I put it on and it works and I'm thrilled. I take the stroller out to meet Pippa for lunch and after about 100 metres the wretched wheel locks up and won't move. James spends the last little bit of the journey lying back in the stroller looking at the sky because only the two back wheels will work.
Sympathetic Pip finds this enormously amusing and who can blame her? The icing on the cake comes when we head back to my car after lunch - as I lift the folded up stroller into the boot, the back wheel falls off. It's now officially Charles' problem.
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