When I was 13 years old, we had a family holiday in the West of England. On one of these days, it was decided that my dad would go fishing for the day. This was an activity that bored the pants off both myself and my mother, so off he went on his own.
Unfortunately, this left me with the default choice of accompanying my mother, who had decided that she would take advantage of her proximity to Sheila, an old university friend and visit her and her family.