The Typist was sure she'd catch some nice fat fish for dinner. She made Cushion buy her a new fishing rod. She checked the tide times. She made Uncle E bring the big eskee so she wouldn't run out of space for her fish.
Boy! Was she wrong! She caught a big fat nothing, and we all came home hungry and tired and had leftover curry instead. (Not me, I had beef with pumpkin, sweet potato and lentil mash.)
It was beautiful there though.
From L to R: Me, Uncle E, The Typist, Cushion
Did anyone spot the booboo? It was The Typist's fault [of course].