What Would Lassie Have Done?
The fishtank in the office sprung a mysterious leak today, and we had to do an emergency evacuation of the fishies… they are now housed in a tiny red pail. I’ve never liked fish because it feels as if every little bit of change traumatises them, and I’d hate to come to work tomorrow to find that one or more of the little buggers have gone belly up in the middle of the night. Also, they don’t seem to be very intelligent. I mean, Lassie would have called for help if her doggy kennel began collapsing…
As I was telling Joan (congrats on your new home btw), the only good fish are cooked… or wrapped in japanese rice