Did I mention that I rescued 2 kids from the sea the other week

Did I mention that I rescued 2 kids from the sea the other week?

We were mooching about the pier at the edge of the sea on a Queensland winters morning, when I noticed a congregation of people slowly turning their attention elsewhere. It's pretty much human nature to find out what was going on, though it should have been obvious by the murmuring crowd and the wailing that was pervading the air.

Audrey for some reason never hears anything that I do so she carried on taking pictures and stuff.

Suddenly I noticed two kids - 7 and 9 years old who had waded out into the sea - and over the mangrove mudflats to become stuck in the mud up to their knees and slowly sinking. Naturally they started to panic and the youngest was in hysterics.

So - with NOBODY reacting or offering help - I put on my Sargent major voice and started ordering people about.

"Who's their parents? Who's with them?"

Of course people shrugged and looked concerned in their Sunday clothes but totally shirked the idea of getting dirty to get the kids out.

So after much annoyance at Ozzie inactivity, I launched into Action Brit mode and took off my nice Lonsdale shoes, pushed up my pants and waded into the mud. Yep...I sank to my knees too.

Can I say being BAREFOOT in a mangrove mud flat is pretty grim? "Things" live in there.... and I was walking on them...AGH!

But I got the kids out...

Hurrah for the British Immigrants.... Nil points for the Ozzies...

With all that mud, my feet felt GREAT and tingly afterwards though.

Audrey says she's very proud.

*laugh*