Same marriage, different obsessions

I’ve decided I’m going to buy some fish. I don’t know if this is some kind of midlife crisis, or a paternal instinct kicking in, or yet another one of my little short-lived random choices of hobby appearing out of nowhere, but I’m going to go ahead with it anyway. We have a lovely space in the hallway that would be perfect for a large tank. 

Philippa has decided we should reduce our meat intake. I have a horrible feeling this is something to do with conceiving. She’s probably read somewhere that too much bacon cuts down your sperm count so she’s going to change my diet accordingly. So it’s out with the burgers and sausages and in with the haddock and soya. Doesn’t bother me - I can get a breakfast in the staff canteen every morning and keep up my transfats that way.

RC 26-10-16