Toss Pot

Woke up feeling awful this morning. The hot chocolate treatment must have worn off, and I’m sure that being surrounded by ill people all week has not been detrimental to mine own health whatsoever.

M’boy’s birthday money was burning a hole in his pocket, so with a couple of friends in tow we popped in to Carlson’s Fishing Tackle so he could add to his birthday starter kit. He even held a maggot for a little while, which any fisherperson is going to need to adjust to!

I used to love going into tackle shops when I was younger. There were so many fiddly little gadgets and gizmos to look at and I had no idea what most of them did. I had a brief moment of that today before switching back to the present and keeping an eye on the four excitable young ‘uns who had swarmed through the shop intent on touching EVERYTHING! 

The oxymoronic gadgets pictured caught my eye for no other reason than a hallmark of the toss pots I have previously encountered has been their inflexibility.

Beyond this, I must confess that feeling under the weather was making me a tad grumpy - even getting an unexpected hug from Simmo and the elixir of heated chocolate could only elevate my mood temporarily - so we headed for home and had an easy afternoon.

I fear that I may have been a bit of a toss pot today…