feed fish, Daddy home, feed fish....

Not the greatest shot but....

Well where to start...

I spent half the morning cleaning the fish out, looked fab. This was post the least relaxing bath in the world ever. I have bruises from A bashing me with the toys he found and still in pjs plunged into my bath.

S then got home ready to out for As appointment in Oxford for his scar review.
I heard a ruccus form the kitchen....

We have a tihng where A and Daddy feed the fish when Daddy gets home. This phrase gets repeated to me numerous during the day.

Back to the ruccus, a whole new tub of fish food in the newly cleaned (by me!). Alfie was sat on the surface and Daddy had naively turned his back....

Well anyone who has fish in a tank knows you MUST NOT over feed fish. This all happened within 10mins of needing to leave the house. Emergency empty, small tank transfer of 4 large fish and fingers crossed as we leave.

A one and a half hour wait for our appointment, so much fun in foul mood with a tired hungry 3 year old. To give him his due he was probably better behaved than me! It went well, v pleased with his progress and consultation booked with plastics for the scar.
Terrified of more surgery but.....

Home and finish the fish rescue operation which A insisted onhelping with as you can see. Please keep fingers crossed that they all are ok after this. Had them a long time.