Fish tanks are like tattoos. . .
. . . once you have one, you want more.
And so it was that CJ and I bought another fish tank (just a little one, and with the totally rational excuse that our fighting fish would be happier on his own).
Here it is, before little Gandalf was put inside:
Naturally this meant I had an excuse to buy more fish. I bought two semi-tropical guppies. One of them died more or less immediately (presumably, since only one died, he was sick when we bought him – and it’s therefore not my fault). The other looks a little like this:
Shiny, shiny colours!
Coming soon: Steam Train to Bungendore (there shall be costumes, and pics) – and a Eurovision party (ditto).
What could possibly go wrong?
Felicity Banks 
Ann said,
May 6, 2011 at 2:44 pm
Is this W’s party? If so I want in…..
W said,
May 6, 2011 at 4:07 pm
You’re certainly welcome! Louise, can you send Ann the details?
Louise Curtis said,
May 6, 2011 at 5:22 pm
W and Ann: The Eurovision part is, yes. *wandering off to email details to Ann*