Goin' fishin'

DAVE C is off on his fishing holiday shortly. Deep sea fishing is his passion, even if he hardly ever catches anything. (His wife went with him on one occasion and she caught more than he. Beginners luck, no doubt, but he's never offered to take her again!) Unfortunately, he's off to the Gulf of Mexico, where sea fishing is out of season. He never thought to check the worldwide fishing calendar before he booked his trip. "I'm not paying sixty quid a day for a boat and crew if I can't catch anything," he tells us, grumpily. Poor Dave. At least he'll get some sunshine, though.

Our own holiday plans are on hold at the moment, until this kitchen business is sorted out. My Good Lady is still keen on a trip to Borneo, to revisit the place of her birth and early childhood. If we do go, though, it's more likely to be towards the end of the year than the beginning. Maybe we can squeeze in a short sojourn in Italy. I quite fancy that. We shall see...

I'm not sorry it's the weekend. It's been a tiring week, this. I'm looking forward to just loafing around the house, and enjoying the chicken we're planning for Saturday's roast.