Stephen Bailey returned to his car feeling rather pleased with himself. His early morning fishing trip had been unusually successful. Not successful in the catching anything scaly or fishy way – indeed, given the ratio of bites received by bait and fisherman, it was the insects that came out net winners – but successful in that he had caught very little vegetation and had not lost his rod, line, hooks, weights, floats, or any other fishing paraphernalia. Not only that but he had managed to avoid falling in, even when the whole riverbank had shaken to the retort of a large bang – a bang that no doubt scared off all the fish and was responsible for his lack of catch.
All that remained to be done was to swing by Guppy Jones the fishmonger on the way back to Mrs Bailey and it would have been a morning well spent. He was therefore quite miffed to have his parade rained on by finding his car – a three year old Ford Fiesta 1.4 – being towed away by the police and disappearing over the horizon.
Stephen Bailey was left with a two hour walk home in which to think of a good explanation for Mrs Bailey and some choice words for the Boys in Blue.
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