Mark and I have recently taken up a new extreme sport - fishing. They do not come more extreme than fishing - the early mornings, the crisp air, the shoulder strain as you cast your line. Then there's actually catching a fish which has the possibility of being very... very dangerous. In fact I'm grateful we didn't get onto this frightening stage during the first two attempts as I honestly don't feel we'd have been ready for it.
Hours of training later 2 mullet were bagged - Martin and Molly. The joys of living with a chef, they were perfection! (Morgan got away)
The weather has been absolutely gorgeous but just recently it has turned to rain and howling winds. I now look like one of those people who go lying on sun beds for a tan, perhaps I should wear a sign 'je me suis bronzée naturellement en Bretagne.' A little difficult to believe perhaps.
Mark has gone for physiotherapy on his finger this morning. I can't wait to hear what they made him do, beckon people over from the other side of the room perhaps?! Apparently the doctor said he'd be amazed at what they can do... bizarre. For his ankle they made him balance on one foot so perhaps he'll come hopping through the door on one finger, you never know!
I have to hand back my signed contract for my summer job today else I lose the job, I'm in two minds but I guess I'll go through with it anyway, it's only 2 months after all! Then I'll be in Bournemouth :-)
Anyhoo, I'm off to sign up for Stephen's favourite programme. Hope he'll watch it if I get on!
