Fisherking

By Fisherking

............Water, water everywhere.......

This blip could just as easily have been titled...."Broken Promises, Broken Dreams"

Went to bed just after 10.00 last night.....woke up at 01.40.

Drove down to the local hotel to wave off our Russian friends........arrived just after 02.00...........Lisa was 5 minutes later............the Russians started to appear down in reception of the Travel Lodge.

It started to rain....then hailstones.

02.30 arrived...........and no sign of a mini bus............02.55 Lisa rang our school Secretary........woke her up..........to check the booking.........we rang the coach company.........obviously no answer.

At 03.00 Lisa decided we needed to get the school mini bus and drive the Russians down to Heathrow.......but there was no room for me! She went to school........got the mini bus and came back...........we crammed all 12 Russians and their luggage in and they set of at 03.30.

I was soaked to the skin.............got back home 04.00.......dried off.......back into bed..........2 hours later......06.30 up for fishing.

Drove to the venue.............hailstones........sleet...........driving wind.......Shaun decided he wasn't fishing........and I realised that I was so tired if attempted to sit on a box for 6 hours I was likely to nod off and fall into the water. The wind was whipping the waves..........the sleet and hail was sweeping in...........the air was bloody freezing..............a swim was not appealing so I decided to call it a day.

Back home by 10.00............off to bed for a couple of hours......woke up with a throbbing head and crippling abdominal cramps....probably caused by all the Co-codamol I've been horsing down this week in order to keep going for the Russian visit.

I've spent the rest of the day alternating between a couple of hours of feverish sleep with dreams of exam marking and classes to teach...........and half an hour of crippling pain........it's finally subsided a little now...just in time for bed.......if I can get back to sleep!

What a day!

Das vidanya moy padruga.

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