Monday, April 13, 2009

Chomping at the bit

It didn't matter where or what for but I had to wet a line today before I went completely round the twist. It was just after eight when I pulled into the car park for what proved to be a short, fishless, fluff flinging session and there was a butty box waiting to be given a new home. I always consider finding something useful to be a good omen. However, closer inspection resulted in it staying where it was...

They weren't biting today