.....drip,drip,drip,drip......

Today I have been mainly....................WET!!!!!!

5.30.... this morning was a beautiful sunny start to the day.

Picked up Shaun at 6.40....still beautiful and sunny.

Drove to Partridge Lakes, Culceth, Cheshire, windows down, beautiful and sunny.

7.20 ....al fresco breakfast, beautiful and sunny.

8.45 ....draw for the match, bad draw, number 3, fish have been in high numbers all week, but still beautiful and sunny

9.45... match starts to the traditional cry of "All in!" Wind instantly begins to blow and grey clouds appear on the horizon

10.30....3/4 of an hour in....no bites....and what's this?...... a few splashes of rain.

11.00.... the heavens open.

12 noon......still p*ssing down.

1.00.......still p*ssing down ......only heavier and more windy

2.00.... absolutely torrential rain and blowing a mini gale.

2.45.....match ends....still torrential.

3.15....all the soaking wet gear loaded into the car. Time for the weigh in.

3.50.....weigh in over, absolutely soaked to the skin,caught 5 carp and... finished 12 th out of 13....Shaun was 13th!!!

3.55.... Back to the car to arrange the pay out, while I'm paying out to 1st, 2nd, 3rd and two section winners, some pillock has been sat in my driver's seat still wearing their soaking wet waterproofs and then vacated my car to go to their own and left the drivers door open!!!!!!!

4.00 ......wet arse!!!!!

4.40....drop Shaun off at home, get wet helping him take his gear in.

4.50...get wet again unloading car.

5.00.....soaked again but this time, thank God, it's from a hot shower.

5.30...Out in the rain to the garage....unpack and dry one wet fishing pole (all 10 sections), one wet rod and reel, two wet bait trays, two wet nets hung out to dry (fat chance), two wet holdalls hung up in garage, one seat box dried off.

Dinner prepared by the Daughter, chicken in mushroom sauce and a baked spud. Cut open spud to find something very unsavoury inside! Do another spud in microwave.

6.50 ...realise I have no blip...take rubbish shot of rain soaked window and dull grey sky.

8.20......still p*ssing down. Am I going out for a beer tonight?......Not on your bloody life, walk to the pub in this rain....no.....snuggle up with Uncle Jack?....yep that's the one!

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