Left a good job in the city

Newsflash: another fish passed away yesterday. The fish equivalent of ‘passed on’ is presumably ‘floated up’, and there he was, belly up and bloated. The little pal we had bought him is now on his own. My son wanted to show me the deceased’s final resting place this morning, so led me to the bin and instructed me to remove the layers of dog food tins and potato peel so I could find his body. I declined.

I have to say that I’m a bit disappointed with the burial – even the dead frog in the pool got a shallow grave in the flower bed. Come to think of it, I’m surprised that the dog hasn’t found it yet.