I can see it now â€œLocal Angler Dies in FREAK wader accidentâ€ and underneath â€œpossibly a sex maniacâ€
I am stressed out writing an essay that is due in shortly. So before I start for the day I am procrastinating rather heavily. I wanted to try on my new waders again as I am still not convinced that they fit me. Anyway, we do not have a proper mirror in the flat; all we have is a door with a mirror on it from an old wardrobe. I took it through to my lounge and placed it on top of the radiator. It is very tall and heavy. I put on my waders and boots, my waistcoat and then my chest pack. I was procrastinating OK!!!
It was at around the time that I was thinking of getting my rod out and swishing it around the room when the mirror fell on top of my head. I fell to the ground and just lay there stunned for a few minutes. I could imagine the scene, Claire crying, the police trying to draw a chalk outline around my body with my foot long silver rod case sticking out. â€œSo, you say that he just LIKED wearing waders around the house?â€
The tabloids would have had a field day, and lets not forget the jokes at the funeral. â€œOh at least he died doing something he loved â€¦â€¦kind of!!â€
Thank God I wasnt eating an orange at the time thats all I can say !!!