A BIG Fish Fabulous day...

Is it a shopping bag, is it a dead duck... ? No... it's a dirty big fish lying on the bank. We were very puzzled as to how it got there and even though Rob has tried to convince me that it was a crocodile 'wot did it!'... it took one look to realise that it had been poached. And that's not 'poached with herbs' in a Delia Smith kinda way, I'm talking about a PPP, a pinching-poaching-person! There was a dirty big chunk cut out of this fish! It must have been a metre long. Fishes have sad faces anyway, don't you think but this one was the saddest of all!
On a brighter, less fishy note, we've all had a smashing day. I arrived back from Lancaster to find Johnny Depp had let the Palmers into my apartment. There they were perched on high stools, sitting eating a fishy supper. It's such a weird feeling coming home to find someone already here, nice though. Rob rustled me up a couple of prawns, some tuna pasta salad and new potatoes - wonderful! Then we watched the preview of 'Britain's got Talent' which includes acts that range from the most bizarre to the most brilliant.
Today we've been treated to the best weather so far this year. The sky has been the most perfect shade of blue and the sun has shone all day long. We did our stint on 'fish-watch' then decided to take advantage of the weather, packed up our picnic and sat on the side of the lake to eat our cheese and crackers, all washed down with a bottle of wine. Rob had just the one request... could I find him a pub with sky so he could watch the footie (bless!)? That left just Fi and me, free to take Ellie for a walk, an ice-cream and a girly gossip on Rodborough common. We finished the day with a stroll to the local for lots of laughs and lots of lovely chilling x it's been a fab day for anything except fishes!