Swans and mad old biddys.

Down on the Trent again for an overnighter from Tues-Weds,complete and utter blank not even a bleedin Bream.
Did manage a p.b. swan though as one flew straight into my line,eventually afte 5 or 6 anglers getting all enviromental with landing nets and calls to the RSPCA the daft beast untangled itself and then came back to gloat and try to stare me out.
A ver posh old bint took exception to the placement of my bivvy as it disturbed her direct line trajectory on her morning constitutional,she had to walk round it,poor old deluded biddy.Despite immense provocation I managed to supress my socialist instincts and sailor boys vocabulary and took my temper out by casting a four ounce feeder almost into the trees on the far bank.
Hey ho,beats working.