After the soaking at yesterday's match (see last post) I repacked my still soggy stuff in the still soggy car and made the 30 minutes drive to Treoes lake, Bridgend.

I'd just sat down after making my first cast when the mobile rang and saw it was Jo. My first inclination was to think 'Sh*t, I must have left my sandwiches at home,' but no - a starling had entered the house, and being terrified of the close company of birds, Jo was now in panicked self isolation in the front room and desperate for the loo, while the bird had full access to the remainder of the house. I had to pack up and make the return journey to bravely face the foe and open a window, thus saving my poor petrified wife and thus allowing her to complete her ablutions.

It's too far to drive back, so maybe another session, another day.

And no - I'm not counting it as a blank.