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to give them both a sloppy
kiss, what would Tommy think. No sooner had she left than the two
friend started to plan the actions for the task ahead.
     
    ‘Right’, said
Smithy. ‘I’ll set my alarm for six, no, seven thirty and we’ll get
up and ready ourselves to go fishing as planned. As normal we’ll
tie the basket and rods onto the back of the wheelchair to save us
carrying them’.
     
    ‘Right’, said
Tommy. ‘Will we be taking our kit with us to your Uncle’s
house’?
     
    ‘Ha’, said
Smithy. ‘That will present us with a problem’.
     
    ‘I know’, said
Tommy. ‘Why don’t we hide them behind the old barge hire poster
next to the old canal bridge no one will see them there and we can
collect them on the way back’.
     
    ‘Good idea’,
said Smithy seeing the plan starting to pan out. ‘The bus for
Broadacre stops just up the road from there so it will make our
task that much easier’.
     
    ‘What about
food’, said Tommy, ‘Do we take our packed lunch with us he
asked’?
     
    ‘Yes’, came the
reply. ‘Uncle Frank wouldn’t give us the crumbs off his table, even
if we were starving’, said Smithy.
     
    Tommy yawned
and said that he was tired so the two friends snuggled down in
their beds as Smithy put out the light and within minutes they were
both fast asleep.
     
    In the kitchen
Smithy’s Mum was stood at the back door calling for the cat.
     
    ‘I don’t
understand it’, she said. ‘He’s always here as soon as I call’, she
added.
     
    ‘Maybe he
fancies a night on the tiles’, said Smithy’s Dad. ‘After all he’s
had a bit of a shock’.
     
    The night
passed almost quietly with only the sound of a howling cat
somewhere in the distance to break the silence. Dawn appeared at
around five thirty and by six thirty the sun was shinning through
the gap in Smithy’s curtains lighting up the room with a warm glow.
The alarm went off and Smithy woke up and turned it off, rubbed his
eyes and turned over to go back to sleep after noticing the time.
Another hour he thought as slumber returned and the bright light
receded to the back of his mind.
     
    ‘Are you
awake’, asked Tommy.
     
    ‘No’, came the
reply.
     
    ‘I’ve been
awake for almost an hour’, said Tommy.
     
    A grunt came
from the bed opposite.
     
    ‘I’m wide awake
and can’t wait to get ready to go’, Tommy added.
     
    ‘OK, OK’, said
Smithy as he opened his bleary eyes. ‘Just give me a few minute to
come around, I find it difficult to focus first thing in the
morning’, he groaned.
     
    By now Tommy
had swung himself over the edge of the bed and was getting dressed
in his fishing gear so that he looked the part.
     
    ‘If we have an
early breakfast we could be on our way by seven thirty’, he said to
Smithy who had now sat bolt upright with his eyes still closed.
     
    ‘Right’,
blurted Smithy as he swung himself over the side of his bed with a
great deal of forced effort still with his eyes closed. ‘I’m
coming, I’m coming’.
     
    Smithy was well
trained in dressing with his eyes shut, as he practised every day
of the week. He even on some days managed to eat his breakfast in
the dark of near sleep bliss. He fumbled for his clothes and slowly
put them on.
     
    ‘I think your
jumper goes on the other way round’, said Tommy as he watched his
mate wandering around like a blind man.
     
    Finally they
were both ready for breakfast and made their way to the kitchen
where Smithy’s Dad, still in his dressing gown, was filling up the
kettle while yawning.
     
    ‘My, you two
are up early’, he said.
     
    ‘We’re going
fishing’, replied Smithy.
     
    ‘Not until your
mothers up and you’ve got a good breakfast inside you your not’,
said Smithy’s Dad.
     
    Just then his
mother entered the room.
     
    ‘You two are
keen this morning’, she said. ‘We normally have to push you out of
the house at ten to go fishing on one of your early trips, so
what’s so special today then’,