Halieutic misery ticking all the boxes

There was rain. A lot of rain. 
There was no fish. Not one landed. Although Finnzy-Bob got a bite. 
There were drenched kids.
And the rower was soaked through. He was not happy with having forgotten the middle seat for the Tabur. He was a bit of a wild rower. 

But strangely enough, we all had a good time. 

By comparison to the Mayo football team, everybody today had a good time... 

Oh, by the way, there is a new blipper in town. And I have a feeling it is going to cost me a fortune in trying to protect a public image carefully crafted over the years...