The plan had been to take a day away from work and try to catch a Pike or three from the Irwell. Some of the swims I've seen look very 'Pikey'.
However, it all went pear-shaped and I soon found myself behind the wheel, not en-route to the river, but to work!
When I returned home that evening, Angie (she who must be obeyed) thought she'd have a laugh.
It was fish for tea.
I've confined her to the shed!