So not only has the male human been winging on about the weather and not being able to launch, he's also been wingeing about having to work at Sheringham and not having the time to fish.

Well he had this idea that he would work there and stop the night thereby allowing him the chance to have a fish. With a warning from me to ensure the female human knew how to operate the can opener he packed his spinning rod and left for work. The idea was to have a play on Cromer pier which was only five minutes away from where he was working.

He told me he didn't expect to catch much but at least it would give him his fishing fix. Fishing with blacks and prawns and light gear he would at least have some sport should he catch anything.

He arrived at high tide and fished it down four hours and all he had to show for the evening was something called a rockling - a large one apparently and ugly as sin.

Boredom set in about ten o'clock and he drudged back to Sheringham with his tail between his legs.

They say cats are cranky or at least the humans here think so. Well I don't know about that because the male human is decidedly cranky at the moment. Having moaned about no paying work for god knows how long , all of a sudden he's got about two weeks worth , but all he can do is complain that he's getting no fishing time - no pleasing some people.

So anyway , he's working in Sheringham (god know's where that is , but apparently it's full of something called pensioners) and he's getting hacked off because the sea is looking good and he can't fish it ! He comes home knackered because he ain't used to hard graft and the weather is not right or something like that and he's getting grumpy with his mate and his cats.

Dear weather god , please sort out this weather so the old git can go fishing and stop him being such a pain. Oh yes , while I'm on the line to the gods , could the fish god sort it for him to catch a nice sized cod , so me and my wife (Lexie) can have a decent meal for a change.

Thank you , George

A couple of shots of the object of his obsession......

George