I had a reasonable night’s sleep: which was
good. I woke about 7am, and after lying restless for half an hour I thought I’d
have a quick go on the computer. I had some silly bits of paperwork to do. It’s
amazing how silly bits of paperwork can take up so much of your life: what I
thought would take up ten minutes actually kept me quiet for over two hours.
After a spot of brekkie, me and ‘er
indoors TM went up
town. I‘d found a dozen DVDs that I thought I might flog to the CEX shop. They
took ten of them, and gave me a fiver’s credit. So I spent that on more DVDs.
We then mooched round town a bit more, then came home, where we watched the
last episode of this season of Torchwood.
I won’t say too
much about it, as I know there are those of my loyal readers who haven’t seen
it yet, but let’s just say that I’ve never been a big fan of Torchwood, and
this season has done nothing to change my opinion of the show.
The plan for the afternoon had been to go
fishing. But the weather wasn’t good, and I must admit to having had
reservations about going fishing because of the weather. But we set off for
fishing as planned. Half way there the heavens opened, and I suspected the
worst. But the downpour stopped as quickly as it started, and we had a really
good (and dry) afternoon at the pond.
Steve and Sarah got to try out their new rods, and I got to try out
float-ledgering. I was quite pleased with float-ledgering – it seems to have
worked. I only had one fish all afternoon, but it was the biggest fish I’ve had
this year.
Unfortunately as the afternoon wore on, it
got rather cold; and so we gave it till half past five and then came home.
I washed off the worst of the carp slime and
the sheep poo, and set off for Hastings for a silver wedding anniversary party.
Twenty five years – I feel old….
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