I hate goldfish. They are the WORST pets.
We discovered that Maisy was sleeping with the…well….Bob on Friday morning. We don’t know whether she was sick or if the shock of Bob arriving finished her off but she’s gone.
G took the news remarkably well. She wants to get a replacement. Dh and I can’t face the rigmarole and trauma now associated with the purchase and upkeep of goldfish. If Bob goes (fingers crossed her doesn’t) I think we’ll quietly consign the Spongebob Squarepants tank to the junk cupboard.