Have you ever been dragged along to something, kicking and screaming and 100% certain that you’re absolutely going to hate it? Well, that happened to me more years ago than I care to remember. My then boyfriend loved to go beach fishing and, for reasons which are still not clear, he especially loved to go at night.
Had the beach been in Hawaii I might have been more excited but it wasn’t, it was in Lowestoft, in March, and it was freezing. We were with another couple and, while the boys organised the rods and opened boxes of writhing maggots (eurrghh!) myself and the other girl bitched about being cold and wondered at the stupidity of young love. We had almost decided to dump the boys and go to the pub when we heard them call us over; apparently everything was ready.
I point blank refused to equip my hook with either maggot or worm [shudders] but decided to have a go at launching it into the black sea. After several failed attempts and an unfortunate snagging incident, I succeeded.
“What happens next?” I asked
“We wait” This response did nothing to stop my bitching; I was no warmer standing up with a fishing rod in my hand than I would have been sitting on a rock.
Just then I felt my arms being dragged forwards and I almost lost my balance.
“You’ve got one Lisa, reel it in” yelled my boyfriend in my ear.
I pulled back with all my strength and began reeling for all I was worth. Several exhausting minutes later my boyfriend held up a huge fish; apparently it was a 5 lb cod! I was so thrilled! As I woohoo’d he put it on a rock and hit it over the head. I never went fishing again.
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Have a super day one and all