I am deeply concerned about the goldfish. After Malthusian selection had whittled down four to the surviving one, “Goldie” has started headbutting the side of the aquarium. Only recently, I had learnt that goldfish have pressure sensors that prevent them from swimming into the side of fishtanks, so I can only conclude that Goldie’s have malfunctioned or he is going mad or he is trying to commit suicide. I keep a constant watch, just in case he goes belly up and I have to explain to Lily & Daisy that they have joined Michael Jackson in the sky.
At least there is something on television tonight. I force my wife to sit down and watch an adaptation of John Wyndon’s apocalyptic “Day of the Triffids”. However, explaining the synopsis to my wife is not easy: “Yeah…it’s like, everyone’ gone blind and the world is infested by these man-eating orchids…” At least it is entertaining and a) does not feature David Tennant and b) does not feature Piers Morgan. Then again, Part 2 is tomorrow and no doubt Doctor Who will save the world with his wry humour and sonic screwdriver.
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