| On this particular fishing trip, it was
normal to pack a few necessities like the tin of baked beans, dry box of
matches and an extra packet of fags in a bag with your hooks and
sinkers.
Niven turned up with his mother's bloody big cardboard
hat box packed with tooth brush, cake, socks and undies! Now of
course we had no room for it inside Leaney's FB, so it had to go on the
top.
To cut a long story short, Niven arranged this hatbox
next to his sleeping bag, zonks out and does not expect it to rain during
the night.
It rained. In the morning Niven's mother cardboard
had turned to mush! Poor Niven moaned, and moaned and moaned like
only Niven could moan, while Leaney and I kept asking him why he
needed to bring a bloody hat box on a fishing trip!
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