He took himself, youngest son and best mate to Mauritius for a week of fishing to fulfil a dream.

He WANTED to catch a Marlin.

Youngest is his mother’s son. Seasick as…

BUT – he caught the Marlin. After hours of fighting. And then. And then. The skipper killed it there and then. Gutted and sliced it and said Thanks Mate. You’ve just earned me 3,000 whatever currency they use there.

He was devastated.

So was I.

It was our 25th wedding anniversary and he didn’t give a flying a fish.