We were on the point of going over a footbridge by a railway line over the stream and the bank was about 3 feet high (& pretty sheer). After some debate as to how forgettable (& expensive) the sunglasses were we decided I would go wading for em - so off with my shoes and socks and having given Richard my phone to look after in case I fell in the river, down I went - it actually wasn't too deep and as I shuffled along calf deep in the (cold!) water I found the sunnies - they had caught on a plant so hadn't even hit the water, result!
Grabbed them and got Richard to pull me back up. Then had to rescue my phone which had fallen out his pocket and nearly into the river (!!) and a few agonising minutes tiptoeing over the chuckies lining the path over the bridge with me in bare feet and then we were over, there was a nice field with grass and I could dry my feet and put my shoes back on. We won!
Then there was today, where Murphy caused consternation in the pub when he ate a wasp, whacking his head off the table as he snapped at it and barging over to press against my legs under the table - we guessed it had stung him and the landlady went off to get him a tub of water to drink, just in case. The rest of the pub was attracted when he cracked his head off the table but he seems to have no ill-effects from it. And nobody arrested us for taking him into wasp-bearing environments. Phew!
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