Sadly not, just Matron
about to clout her beloved round the head for slacking in his chores. But upon explaining that the chores had been completed with even the Tree of Life Yoga/Buddhist representation of peace and spiritual growth (anyone else spot the irony?), sturdily screwed into the wall, all to Waffen Standards upon inspection by the Beast, the upshot was a temporary lull in hostilities and a late pass to go fishing.It was 1300 hrs so Funtley being the nearest victim for Mole activities was the destination of choice.
Pies packed, tea in new Stanley, tackle at the ready....Fatty was on his way.
Ten minutes later sat in swim two. looking at the water, thoughts of where to present the bait, 6mm pellets, were interrupted by Jock the Bailiff, wanting a chat. He is a nice fella full of talk about fishing on his water with tales of good tench showing....good to hear.
Setting up two rods, Ted's Tench rod and an ABU Mark V. Ted's rod partnered with a Rapidex and pole float for close in combat, the Mark V with the Dam 110 and deep shallow Waggler.
Bait thrown in, Fatty had some bait of his own to dispose of, an alluring pork pie of such deliciousness it was a shame only two were available, three cuppas slurped and time to fish.
Some nice roach to about 10 oz stopped by, with a few shining Rudd on the pole float, close in. But nothing of a substantial nature until:
Wow, the biggest was just over seven but the others were not far off either.
Then the rain started soaking Fatty through, natures way of saying time to go home, so he did.
Matron
took one withering look at the dripping creature stood on newspaper, to prevent messing up the floor of course, whilst declaring the immortal line.....'Bath, Now!!!!'Oh well, they say a true genius is not recognised in his own life time
As ever,.....
Moley
Come along mate, we have standards at the TFF, please try to keep up. Pretty fish and manly shoes only. That's from the TFF rule book 
