On the 8th December 2014 Regg had gone to work with dad like any other day, although it was a little different as Dad had taken his new fold up bike. Unfortunately unbeknown to young Regg (or Dad for that matter), the day would take a turn for the worse.
After a usual day working, relaxing and drinking lots of caffeine free coffee (he's only a nipper), Dad put him back in his backpack and set off for home.
Everything was going well until it was time to get off the train at Sandling Station. As Dad had the bike with him he had sat down in a different seat to the usual one (he needed to sit with the bike so that it didn't get in anyone's way). As there wasn't a spare seat or overhead rack, Dada put the backpack (with me in it) under the seat...........BIG MISTAKE.
When the train was pulling in to Sandling Dad got up and moved the bike to the doors. The train stopped, Dad got himself and the bike off and then proceeded to unfold the bike ready for the ride home. How did he not realise he didn't have his backpack or ME........waaaaaaaa!!!
He was nearly half way home when he realised the backpack want on his back and turned round and peddled like a madman to get back to the Station. Unfortunately it was too late.
He pressed the buzzer on the Help point on the platform and spoke with a lovely kind man who put him in touch with lost property as well as contacting the staff at Ramsgate (the final train stop) to check the carriage.
Alas, the train arrived at Ramsgate but no bag. Dad reported it to lost property giving all the details of the contents (including me), who logged it and gave him a log number to chase after a week.
Dad kept trying but nothing was ever handed in.
I hope the family are not too worried, as I'm actually off on my secret adventures.
THE END..................or is it?
After a usual day working, relaxing and drinking lots of caffeine free coffee (he's only a nipper), Dad put him back in his backpack and set off for home.
Everything was going well until it was time to get off the train at Sandling Station. As Dad had the bike with him he had sat down in a different seat to the usual one (he needed to sit with the bike so that it didn't get in anyone's way). As there wasn't a spare seat or overhead rack, Dada put the backpack (with me in it) under the seat...........BIG MISTAKE.
When the train was pulling in to Sandling Dad got up and moved the bike to the doors. The train stopped, Dad got himself and the bike off and then proceeded to unfold the bike ready for the ride home. How did he not realise he didn't have his backpack or ME........waaaaaaaa!!!
He was nearly half way home when he realised the backpack want on his back and turned round and peddled like a madman to get back to the Station. Unfortunately it was too late.
He pressed the buzzer on the Help point on the platform and spoke with a lovely kind man who put him in touch with lost property as well as contacting the staff at Ramsgate (the final train stop) to check the carriage.
Alas, the train arrived at Ramsgate but no bag. Dad reported it to lost property giving all the details of the contents (including me), who logged it and gave him a log number to chase after a week.
Dad kept trying but nothing was ever handed in.
I hope the family are not too worried, as I'm actually off on my secret adventures.
THE END..................or is it?