Having regaled you about my heroism in hanging onto a blokes ankles while he hauled his dog out the Yarra River, I can now add my brother’s adventures to the story.
And nothing more quintessentially Australian than a wombat in a swimming pool:
Here is his text.
Tonight’s drama. Lola goes outside after her dinner. Wombat is walking past at the same time. Wombat runs off and falls into the pool. Dog going bananas. Wombat doing laps. So I grab a tarp and try to get him to climb up it. No luck. Wombat getting tired now. Worried he will drown. Grab a sun lounger sans cushions. Wombat gets a clue and climbs on board. I drag him out with some effort. Poor bastard is exhausted. But victory is mine. Wombat last seen recovering and very wet.
I’m expecting twins medals for valour.