August

[Seafront Plodder]

Captain Tom and I had spent a fairly successful couple of hours that evening with our respective sons, fishing for mackerel .

The plan was for us to each go home to gut our quarry, later we would meet up and hit Lewes for a couple of celebratory Wets.

Imagine my delight having arrived at Toms, when I learned that in fact we couldn't go to the pub because Sweder's pond pump had packed up and we had to grovel around in the dark in his garden to attempt to rig up an ancient, cobweb covered pump as a temporary replacement that Tom had mysteriously produced from the depths of his shed.:mad: :mad:

"Oh well", I thought. "At least we can raid the bugger's beer fridge whilst we're there".

.....or so I thought. The office beer fridge was actually filled with poncy champagne and wine. Not a beer in sight. Nitto.

Sorry Sweder, but the heinous crime simply had to be shared. :p