The other angler, well it went like this........
"Any joy mate?"
"Na just one hit that did not stick"
"Don't often see anyone, the last person I saw was a guy who comes down by train to fish, must be two years ago. Nice guy, we chatted and he had to dash off and get his train home and walk his dog"
"That was me mate and it can't have been two years ago as my old boy was put to sleep five years ago this coming April. More like six years ago when we last spoke" We both laughed, but what can you do, time is the master as Sir John Holt sang.
Where do the seasons go? It seemed like only yesterday I was up and about on June the sixteenth and now, well another season is nearly over. Stashed away in the memory vaults, the years fly by so make the most of it.
Two things have been playing on my mind. Firstly who charges a measly "Tenner" these days to trim a hedge. No one I'm sure, it's a skill. You can't just hack at it, beat it up a little and bag it up. You need a spirit level for a start to make sure it's all looking nice, that takes me hours.
But what concerns me more is that, The Labour Party are supposed to help the working man. Those not so well off. Now, if I pay someone cash to clean our windows, tidy our garden then it's fine. I do not want or need a receipt. But Ed, being Ed, well it's the done thing in his eyes.
In short, Ed's a tax man grass, pure and simple. If you do not give him a slip, his on the phone...."Mr Dalrymple, 25 Arcasia Avenue is working for cash in hand". So much for helping the working man to get by you utter tool. As I say not one politician of any party, talks to me or for me, they really do not get it. Say and do anything to look popular.
Was the above a rant? Na, not really. Just sick of all the pricks thinking they know better and we should all conform and make the world a better place. But in short they struggle to run a bath, let alone the country.