[originaltext] I am a keen fisherman. Every Sunday I get up early and with m

I am a keen fisherman. Every Sunday I get up early and with my fishing equipment I cycle to a river about five miles away from my house. I have to walk part of the way because I cannot ride a bicycle through the fields. Recently my wife decided that she did not want to spend every Sunday on her own and asked me to take her with me. As there were two of us, we went by car as far as we could and then walked the rest of the way. When we arrived, we both sat down and I started to fish. In two hours I caught nothing. "Why don’t you show me what to do and let me try," asked my wife. "All right," I replied. She caught six big fat fish in half an hour. "I’ll take them home and cook them for lunch; you can get the bus home," she said. I stayed by the river but caught only an old shoe. I arrived home feeling a little angry with myself. I’m supposed to be the fisherman in the family.
    Anyway the fish was delicious. When the next Sunday arrived, I asked my wife if she wanted to go with me again. "Oh, no, she explained," "I’d rather stay at home. It’s so boring catching fish."