Zapptastic: in which I bid farewell to my career as a Quinnycaster

Yes, you read right. My six months is up, over, finished. As with the 300+ days that Dimples has been in our lives, we have no idea where the time has gone. Wasn’t it yesterday that we were assembling our new Quinny Zapp, bleary eyed from jetlag and the challenge of keeping two smalls occupied on an overnight flights from the States?

In that time we have truly given the Quinny Zapp Xtra a run for it’s money. It’s travelled thousands of miles on buses, under- and overground trains, in cars and under it’s own steam. It has trekked across sandy beaches and down muddy country lanes. It has zoomed in and out of every High Street shop, up and down pavements, over gravel driveways and cobbled streets. I stopped counting the number of times I have collapsed and unfolded it when it got to 100. Hood up, hood down, raincover on and off, reclined and upright, forward-facing and rear-facing: we have done it all. And now we are done.

To mark the passage of time, I did what I do best, and made a cake. Then I hung a bit of bunting and we had a good old fashioned Garden Fete. Of course it rained so we looked at the garden through the kitchen windows whilst we had sandwiches and cake. Well, most of us did.

Some played crazy golf and others guessed the number of buttons in the jar. The children took home party bags, leaving behind them a stream of toys, lots of washing up and a very tired pushchair. Granny might have been in need of a nap too.

It was a fitting family send-off to the Quinnycasters, who have been thoroughly entertaining in their reporting of the Zapp journey. I have  frequently been rendered speechlessly jealous by the clever winners of our monthly challenges, and will mourn the loss of the camaraderie. Cheers!