Yesterday morning as we enjoyed a leisurely weekend breakfast, the calm was disrupted by a phonecall from our neighbour.
Declaring it too wet to work, he would be here in five minutes to collect anybody interested in casting a lure at a fishing spot not too far up the road.
I've never seen two boys (including one man) move faster. Boys pulling on jeans, finding socks, men filling water bottles, gathering rods, reels, tackleboxes, and all waiting on the verandah with time to spare as neighbour's ute pulled up at the gate.
Which left one distraught little girl who didn't think it fair that we should have to go into the hall to start decorating for next week's show ball, while 'they got to go fishing'.
And while Mum ate Sesame Stir-fried Chicken for dinner, everybody else enjoyed
home-cooked fish and chips.