The boys were up early for their much anticipated chartered fishing trip. They left us with visions of the fish banquet we would be having for dinner, and we excitedly went to the shops and stocked up on lemons and fresh salad. 
We returned just in time to rescue the washing from a tropical downpour and as we were collapsing chairs and moving belongings out of the wind and rain, the boys arrived back home. Before we inspected their catch, I threw Ray a cloth and suggested that he take advantage of the downpour to wash the car. It was still covered in a thick layer of Kakadu mud. 20 minutes later we had a clean car and Ray had enjoyed a refreshing shower. (Chris had previously taken his to a car wash and parted with a couple of hours and $40 to make his presentable). 
We were keen to hear all about the fishing trip and to inspect the bounty. 
Imagine our dismay (and the boys’ embarrassment) when it was revealed that they had nothing to show for their morning on the sea. Apparently Ray was the only one to catch a fish which was deemed only good enough for bait. They were unusually quiet about the whole excursion and being the supportive wives that we are, we resisted any cruel jibes or ribbing, until dinner when we had to quickly come up with another meal which we hadn’t anticipated. 
We closed our eyes and tried very hard to pretend the sausages were fish but our imaginations just couldn’t cut it. 
Tomorrow Vicki and I are looking forward to some Girly pampering in lieu of our Melbourne Cup “frock up” and we are heading to the Endota Day Spa which is well located in Darwin at the Casino. Ahhhh…