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Virtual fishing

So Ray e-mails from work to say that he's going to the river the next day. Aiming for a 6.00am start and then fishing 'till midday. I hum and hah and then decide that I'll see how I feel in the morning and take my own car. I've got some work to catch up on and I'm feeling slightly below par.


So 5.00am rolls around and I wake up, roll over, snuffle attractively and then drop back into sleep. I get up, get Marion and our student Anastasia breakfast and then start planning an article about Windows Calendar. About 9.30 I phone Ray to see how he's getting on. I can picture where he is, by the tree down the far end of the stretch we usually fish - had lots of good sessions there before. He's probably out of signal or landing some enormous carp.


About 12.00 the phone goes. It's Ray.


"How did you get on?" he asks.


"I didn't go, Ray. But if you're asking me that..."


There's a pause.


"I didn't go either," he says.


"Didn't fancy it," says I.


"Neither did I," says he.


By which time we're both laughing.


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