Tragedy Strikes

Back in April as you'll recall we added two new additions to our family. We bowed to the pressure from our three year old who had developed such a need for a pet that his weekly highlight was viewing the corpses at the fish counter on our trips to the supermarket. Sad but true!

So enamoured was Rob with our newest family members that the week after he went out and got us two more.

For the last 5 or so months Spongebob, Patrick, Squidward and Mr Crabs have blissfully swam in the depths of Bikini Bottom in their Spongebob Square-tank.

Thomas sadly remained far more impressed by Tesco and their selection of fish than his very own pets. But worry not because the fish had a very special place in Rob's heart and were not at all lacking in love.

Rob dutifully fed and cleaned them.

Rob happily conversed with them. Well as much as you possibly can when communicating with fish.

Then at the weekend disaster sadly struck. I came in from outside only to be informed that Sqidward had passed away. There he was floating limply on the waters surface.

Rob having a far greater emotional attachment to them than myself was too sad to dispose of our fishy friend, so, I promptly gave him a burial at sea (aka down the toilet).

Farewell Squidward, you shall be missed.

But most likely only by Rob.

Because 5 days on the kids still haven't even noticed there is a fish missing in action.