Hello,this blog is somewhere for me to record snippets of family life as these boys of mine grow up. Time flies,so the saying goes and I want to save some of my precious memories and this seems a good way to do it. I want this blog to be a happy place so much of what I post on here will be the nice stuff of life, that's not to say it is all blue skies and sunshine here but just that I choose to make the happy times recordable
This post was inspired by Kate from Just Pirouette who has recently had a tottering time with her daughters goldfish,read about it here ,believe me you will laugh,although its not a funny subject (soz Kate,I don't mean the sad demise of your daughters goldfish was in any way funny,perhaps it's just the way you wrote it! )
This led me to reminisce about my pet Goldfish imaginatively called Goldie
I have spoke about Goldie before on Twitter
and at this point in the story I would like to stress I was only very young when this all happened and in no way,
shape or form am I a cruel heartless person who
would willingly or knowingly hurt or
cause pain to any animal,small or large...honestly.
You do all believe me don't you, good....then I'll begin.
I have always loved animals and when I was about 4 or 5years old my mum brought me a goldfish.
In those days you didn't have tanks,water filters,air pumps etc all you had was a fish bowl,food and the goldfish and the fish were not all different types of goldfish like you can get today,they were just plain old orange goldfish.
And mine was called Goldie
And I loved it.
I loved it so much that I began to worry that it was lonely.
All alone in that big fish bowl.
Nobody to talk too.
And no toys to play with....
Aha... now that's where I stepped in,I could help find Goldie some toys as I had lots of toys that I could share with Goldie.
I chose little toy cars,metal cars and I diligently filled Goldies fishbowl with cars.
After a while I decided Goldie had got enough toys and I went to play somewhere else.
Sometime later my mum discovered the car filled fishbowl.
Unfortunately Goldie was no more
I'm not quite sure of the exact details of Goldies sad demise,needless to say though I was in serious trouble and I wasn't allowed another goldfish ever again.
Since writing about Goldie I have spoke to my mum and she did have a bit of a smile. It seems like my recollections are accurate poor Goldie was much loved but perhaps a bit too well loved! RIP Goldie ~ you were loved