After totally failing to catch anything at the end of last month, it was decided that we should have a day spinning* on a stretch of the upper Avon.
Bubbles and I had exchanged a few messages about potential stretches of water and river levels over the past few days, and we eventually came to the conclusion that the river was far too high** for fishing.
Instead we decided to meet up at a coffee shop on the outskirts of Evesham and spend a couple of hours chatting over coffee and a bacon sandwich. We had a splendid time, totally avoided any discussion about TB,*** and I came away with a rather splendid early birthday present ... a Barbour T-shirt.
I arrived home at about the same time as TP, and we lunched before I, once again, fell asleep on the sofa. I'm not yet recovered from this bug, and it doesn't take much to totally exhaust me.
So that was Sunday. We had a rather nice joint of beef for our Sunday dinner and unwrapped a couple of token Christmas gifts. The reason for this early celebration is that TP heads off tomorrow. He will spend Tuesday night with an aunt in Surrey, before catching a flight to Vietnam on 23rd December.
** i.e. in flood
*** I'll leave you guessing, because I haven't published that Journal Entry!
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