Little pick me ups
Stacey Sarre, 47, from Jersey, couldn’t believe what was fished out from the ocean…
Coming home from the hospital, I had a nasty gash on my forehead.
The night before, I’d been out to dinner with my son Reece, 13, and daughter Mia, 11.
Coming home, I’d stupidly decided to have a go on the kids’ hover board.
But it wasn’t for me, and I ended up falling over, smacking my head on the fireplace!
I looked for my phone to check if I had any messages. But where was it? ‘You must have dropped it in the taxi home!’ the kids giggled.
My husband Alistair, 51, rung the taxi company, but there was no luck. Mia was not happy. She’d inherited my iphone 5s after I’d got the new 6, but now, we’d have to share her mobile.
Two months later, in June, it was my turn to have the phone when a message for Mia popped up on Instagram.
Want to come out? it read. It was 9am, so I messaged her friend back, telling her I’d see if Mia was awake when I returned from walking our dogs on the beach.
Only, while there, our Labrador Bruiser suddenly cut across me, sending me tumbling over him and landing with a thud, palms-down at the water’s edge.
Getting up and dusting the sand off myself, I carried on with my walk.
Arriving home an hour later, I heard Mia stirring upstairs, so I went to give her the mobile phone… Only, unzipping my fleece pocket, the iphone 5s was gone! Running to the nearby Blue Whale Beach Café, I asked if anyone had picked it up. ‘Are you on Find My iphone?’ a lady asked, describing an app which could trace in iphone. ‘Log in on mine and we can track it,’ she said. To my surprise, the pinpoint was in the sea! ‘You’re going to have to get wet!’ the lady laughed. So, heading back out to the beach, I rolled up my trousers and waded in knee-deep.
We could see it on the lady’s map, coming in, then out, moving with the waves.
‘It’s coming in!’ she cried. ‘Oh, wait, it’s going out again!’
‘Sod it,’ I said. ‘The phone will be knackered anyway.’
Giving up, I went to the Apple store and bought a new iphone 6s and got my number
transferred.
Then, a month later, I received a call.
‘Hi, did you lose an iphone 5s on the beach?’ a man asked.
‘I found it with my metal detector last week under 38cm of sand. It turned on showing your Find My iphone contact details.’ I couldn’t believe it! I told the guy, Mihai Stratulat, my address and he came round.
‘How did it survive being in the sea?!’ I exclaimed.
‘Maybe the sand dried it out?’ Mihai suggested.
Thanking him profusely, I gave Mia the now fullyworking iphone 5s.
I may be a nightmare when it comes to losing things, but who cares when they come back from a watery grave!