Gone Fishing.

Sam woke up this morning and wanted to do something different. I can't think why she would be bored of me surfing all the time. I agreed so we went to the Laundry to do some washing, she didn't get full satisfaction out of this, so we walked down the high street and saw a fishing shop. We had already noticed that the thing Aussies love more than BBQs, Surfing, Shouting loudly, and boys bleaching thier hair blond, was fishing. Everybody fishes, all the time.
So we bought a rod, some hooks, some weights, and some prawns. The guys in the shop couldn't believe we had never fished and found it amusing when we asked for a casting lesson in the car park. Sam caught Ford V8, and nearly smashed the windsreen with the weight.
So we are now off sea fishing, we have no idea what the hell to do if we catch something, but I reckon a few tinnies will help us out.
Sam scares me. She has just this second said, with that cold stare she has "We need a knife, incase we need to slit it". Wish me luck.
We will take photos of our catch and post soon.
Chris