I had to go to a special compounding chemist today for a special cream. After grumbling about having to drive a few suburbs away, and then having to wait half an hour while the pharmacist prepared the cream, I decided to stop grumbling and go for a walk.
I’m glad I did because I rediscovered my love of little fish … and another item for my Bliss List.
I love fish in aquariums (or is that aquaria?). They’re peaceful and calming… they’re pretty… they just swim up and down, and as long as you feed them occasionally, they’re happy. The filter bubbles away peacefully in the background. It’s glorious.
I had a tropical aquarium as a kid. It was fantastic! I got it for my 8th birthday. I got to invite 8 friends and my mother took us all to the fish shop and we each got to choose a tropical fish to add to the mix. It was magical.
Sadly we went on a family holiday a few years later and the filter broke while we were away and the neighbour who was pet-sitting didn’t realise and all the little fishies died of algal poisoning before we got home. It was never the same again.
Anyway, today the nice little man in the shop (I think he was Chinese) told me all about the different fish; how many you could have in a tank; and which ones would eat each other (though some of that I discovered through experience as a child!)
If I wasn’t flat broke I probably would’ve come home with a fish tank. I’m thinking of going back this weekend to find some play mates for my Kitty. 🙂
(Note that little fish are different to big fish, which are fishy and yucky.)