I had planned to go fishing last Sunday. After sneaking out of the bedroom and slipping quietly downstairs to get dressed, I looked out of the window. It was pishing down with rain and blowing a fcuking gale. I made a cup of tea and put the radio on very quietly. The weather forecast said it was going to pish down all day. "Fcuk it", I thought. I got undressed quietly, snuck back up to the bedroom and slid between the sheets. I cuddled up to the missus from behind, hoping for a bit of horizontal jogging! My dreams were shattered, when I whispered, "the weather out there is so cold and wet, it's so nice to be beside you in bed". Without moving, the missus replied, "Yeah, and my fcuking stupid husband's gone fishing in it!"