Scrimping and saving, ranting and raving. Past retirement age but still working, permanently knackered. Trying to manage on a reduced wage, looking forward to the next dream.
I got up this morning to find a deceased fish floating in the tank, at least it wasn't yesterday when the granddaughters were here. It has been flushed down the toilet with a brief 'Thank you and goodbye'.
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Oh dear. I remember those days. We seemed to have gone through fish like crazy. Joey 1, Joey 2 etc.
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