Did I tell you that we inherited a pond from the previous owners? It’s not much to talk about. It’s big. But it’s just water and twelve fish. I think. At last count, anyhoo. We probably need some lillies and quaint flowers. The water went green. We’re trying to rectify the problem with some expensive stuff …
We should buy a book, mayhaps.
We want to keep it. Mumsy worries about when we have children. Don’t children have to be conceived, brew in the belly, be born, waffle around making stinky smells and loud weepy noises, and learn to walk first? So, I’m thinking we have at least two years
[and that’s if we were to start trying for a baby now, which we’re not so don’t get too excited]
until we have to worry. There is the problem of Little Critters in the friends and family stakes but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Or buy something to secure the area when they’re round.
Besides, I’m hoping to toddle off to the Wood in the Green to “rescue” some sweet little cat in the near future
[The Blokey: What do you want for your birthday? Me: You bought me a posh camera, you said I couldn’t have anything else. The Blokey: I have to get you something. Me: Ok, I’d like a cat, please.]
and having a pond with an assortment of fish would keep a cat rather happy, methinks.
I stood and watched the fish for ten minutes this morning. It was mesmerising. Highly addictive. Quite scary. I waste enough of my time as it is. How can I cope with twelve as-yet-un-named fish?
What shall we call them? Apart from Goldie … tsk, tsk.
please God bless the fishes in the pond who are really rather pretty xxx Elsabeth