a heroic rescue mission

It has been a busy weekend of sorts. Muthaclubbers, some tidying and sorting through clutter, gardening, some crochet and end of holiday impromptu BBQ with friends. Nothing much to report really.

Expect maybe this. On Saturday we went for a walk with Jack and Rudie and his lovely ladies. They were rolling around by the side of the canal (the dogs, not the ladies) and all of a sudden, Jack disappeared. He had fallen into the canal. The edge is overgrown and it looks deceptively like a river bank. Alas, it is not, it is more like a wall, too high for a little dog to climb up. You have no doubt all seen movies where a superhero comes to the rescue of a stricken maid, dangling over an abyss? That was me, the superhero, not the stricken lady. The only way to get Jack out was for me to lie flat on my tummy and slowly wiggle over the edge of the overgrown canal side, keeping my lower body on safe ground, until I could reach the dog in distress. Metafit and Total Body Workout finally made sense, my tummy muscles tight and strong (not). I managed to grab Jack's collar and pull him up. Without any thanks, Jack and Rudie ran off into the distance whilst I tried to recover some of my dignity and wipe of the dog poo on my shoes that I picked up during the rescue mission. I was covered in nettle stings, too. James was in a mild panic but the rest of us giggled like a bunch of sillies. We walked past the spot again yesterday and I have to say, it didn't look as treacherous as it felt the day before..... Neither Sam nor Richard gave me the recognition I thought I deserved :-)

With this exiting story of my chest I shall now return to more routine tasks, like taking the children back to school. First day! Have a lovely week. xx