Zig the Dig

Ziggy this evening on my return from work. I’ve never seen a dog wag his tail like Zig does when he’s pleased to see you – from his waist to his bum he does the most amazing wiggle like a bumble bee’s dance. He looks far more angelic than Hector, but Ziggy's the one most likely to cause any rumpus or to dig his way to Oz.

We didn’t injure anyone last night at the kayak session. We had an excellent instructor and all went home feeling that we’d achieved a bit more than usual. We can now all roll into the water – with our skirty things on – "spray decks", that's the name I’m looking for, and rip it away from the kayak and swim out from underneath. One or two of the four of us who go were not too keen on doing that bit, but now they’ve done it, it’s a huge confidence booster. If you’re not used to going underwater, to roll your kayak over purposely and then swim out takes some gritting of teeth. Teeth were duly gritted and we went home happy.

Today should have been my last day at work this week, but I have to go in again on Friday so boo-hoo!