Eel for dinner!

Sunday night saw me happily scrapping and watching the clock as Camden had headed to the river with a friend to go eeling. The deal was that he was to be home at 8.30pm sharp, which after some text negotiating was stretched out until 9.00pm . At 9.30 I began texting my late home lad, to no avail. He failed to send a reply. I did a little more scrapping (is that a bad thing??), come 9.45pm I could concentrate no longer on the task in front of me so went on a torch hunt, at the same time tring to reach Camden on his phone. Just as I headed for the door he appeared, bag in hand, smile on face, and saying how very sorry he was that he couldn't answer his phone because first he was gutting his eel, then he was biking home! What really disturbed me was the slimmy horrid eel he had in his bag... and the fact that he had gutted it meant that he intended me to cook it!!