FFS...........................spent ages sorting out my tackle box a few weeks ago, sorted the bloody hooks out by size/type, swivels and all the other stuff so today while getting the gear together the bloody catch on the box gets caught and opens and I end up with all the stuff in the kayak..
...............a few choice words were mentioned and I picked all the damn hooks,swivels,lures and other junk and just threw it in the box.
Not going to sort it out again, at least it landed in the Yak better than outside in the grass..........bugga,bugga,bugga.................: toilet:
And its becoming quite depressing now that it looks like I can't get the house to lock up stage for financial reasons.....
I should probably take a risk and see what happens....... But am always too bloody cautious.....
....... Makes me think/realise how minute my issues are compared to others, like a very swift kick up the arse so to speak............As for for divine intervention, not my area, but a "road trip", that would be cool....Until then, one day at a time as they say for me..
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