Cruel, cruel world

One of my fish has died. I’m not sure which one, but I think it’s Riley. I’d just got over the shock of Gerald being poorly, and got used to the fact that he’s ok again, and I lose one of my other pets. Bloody hell.
Hannah says I’m upset because I’m feeling paternal and my over-reaction to the ill cat and the dead fish shows that I want to impregnate Philippa. I told her to shut up or I’d drown her, but she’s probably right.
The other fish look torn between dismay at the demise of their friend, and delight at the extra room in the tank.
What a pisser.
Still, at least my outgoings on fish food should drop by a third.

RC 18-5-11