Got an hours sleep. Spent three hours awake, took a bloody Zopiclone, woke again at 6.30. Awesome, don’t feel too bad. But then again, this could prove to be an issue later in the day once me and the nine year old flu ridden whirlwind that is my daughter has pushed me to my limits and back all day.
At least the sun is. Out. I detect a nice mellow bike ride around the bays to a fishing spot coming on.
Lucky there’s a little money hidden away for such emergencies as cafe food.
We truly are, without doubt, the worlds worst fishermen…..