A Fishy Tail

Before Christmas my sister was desperate for a fish tank.

"Pleeeeeaase can I get fish? Pleeeeeaase."

Hence her sheer delight when she opened her largest gift and it was a fish tank. We waited a while before we got fish, because you have to do that to get the water just right. Then we went out and bought five fish. Within two weeks one was dead. Then she got five small ones. Another week and another was dead. Then another. So she set her heart on Neon Tetras (the shiny ones) and purchased ten. Death decided to visit often, and now there are three fish left, and the tank is mine because my sister couldn't cope with so many dead fish. Of the three that are left two are Neon Tetras and the other is another small kind, with a kinked tail. Today we went to the shop where we got them to test that the water is OK and to ask for advice.

I ended up spending £22.64 on the fish. And apparently the water is OK.

The fish tank does now look much healthier, and something else cool happened today.

We put up our summer house. This is so ridiculously cool. It means that I can put a desk, an old chair and an old typewriter in there and be like Terry Pratchett or Roald Dahl, completely ignoring the typewriter and trying to get my writing as illegible as possible. It should be fun.