It's so bad here that one of Charlotte's goldfish committed suicide. Just jumped clean out the bowl in the middle of the night. When I went to make breakfast this morning I saw him lying on the kitchen floor and couldn't work out what exactly it was. I thought perhaps it was an old balloon, or a petal from one of my lilys and said to myself, 'I'll investigate later', so I retired to the living room with my coffee. Took sharp eye Ian to work it out. Heard the cry of 'Oh my god, don't let her in here'. Naturally Charlotte bolted at a great rate of knots off to the kitchen.
Thankfully she coped with it OK. 'It's OK Daddy, I've still got another fish'. But the grief kicked in later, 'Why did he do it Mummy?' Why do fish end it, was the water too cold, were the flakes of food unappealing, had he been rejected by Charlotte fish. We may never know.
The worst bit is I just went to throw something in the bin and he's just lying there. I don't have the heart to toss my tea bag on top of him.
Rest in peace Cole the fish.
3 comments:
RIP Cole... must have listened to way too much Morrisey or something.
Poor Fish, Poor Charlotte- guessing that Fish and Chips are off the menu in the Rowley household for a while!
Well now you come to mention it - I just couldn't finish my tuna sandwich yesterday.
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