Now, did you know that the first week of August seem to be the flies' mating season? I was unfortunate enough to learn this during what was supposed to be my breakfast--it is however difficult to eat while several couples of flies are doing indecent things in the close proximity of your food. Still; flies are quite a bit easier to kill while they've got their minds set on other things. I scurried around with a flyswatter smacking them in the head while chanting "Little fly, little fly, come and die." until it drove Sunni insane. If flies have souls, I must have lost mine.
Although the weather was nice and sunny we decided by common consent to stay out of the sun on this particular Friday. I'd spent most of the night trying to find a position in which to sleep without wreaking havoc with my sunburn, and I assume Sunni had been having similar difficulties.
It is amazing how slowly time moves when you are indoors. I tried to read a bit--I was reading three different books at the same time--but somehow I couldn't gather the concentration necessary to read either, so I gave up. Sunni spent quite a bit of time drawing while I quoted Red Dwarf, The Young Ones and Douglas Adams to her--or rather at her--after quite a bit of that I think she gave up too. I went and made some tea while Sunni surfed the Internet for a while. I had to nag quite a bit before she granted me an audience with her computer. I wouldn't usually nag her like that--well actually I would, but that's beyond the point--but this was the first chance I had to send a life-sign to the people on my mailing-lists, revive an old email account (sunshiney@fjomigush-islands.zzn.com) and settle a rather nasty copyright-dispute. I felt much better afterwards; I even gathered the calm to do some more reading. Then I did some more writing, whilst accidentally giving away the entire plot of the book Sunni was trying to read. After quite few unfortunate misses we both decided to drop what we were doing and go fishing.
We weren't just going fishing any random fish unlucky enough to try to eat one of our worms though; we were going to catch Børre Viggo--the fish from hell.
Now; I'm not much of a fisher, I guess I just don't quite have the calm to stand on the shore fore hours on end holding a stick with a line attached to one end, hoping for some fish to decide that worm would be nice for lunch. But it's different with Børre Viggo. The first day we saw him we immediately decided that we just had to catch him; we just hadn't got around to do it before.
So; we gathered a bunch of worms--that is; Sunni gathered a lot of worms, I watched--and went down to the bridge. There--in the clear water of the pool--was Børre Viggo; the white-headed fish from hell.
We must have stood there for hours, feeding worms to the fish; we even got a few--that is Sunni got them, I killed them--probably runaway salmon from the nearby fish-farm; but Børre Viggo would not bite. We were rather cross with him about that.
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