Hallelujah! I appear to have found my sense of humour again. I tidied up my desk at work and there it was under a pile of paperwork; I must learn to keep a better eye on it. Joking apart, last five days have not been good for me, what with one thing and another – mainly to do with Father or youngest child. That and bad, guilty, thoughts in response to the emotional blackmail I’m on the receiving end of. There have been several times during the last few days that I’ve seriously considered becoming a hermit. There was a cave dwelling for sale not too long ago; it would have done me nicely. Thank God I’ve a very special husband and good friends. Scally once again got most of the woe is me and thankfully, although she’s sympathetic and full of good advice, she doesn’t allow me to wallow for too long in self pity – You see, I can’t handle the guilt of feeling sorry for myself either. Others have it a lot worse than me.

So, we’ll just brush over what’s been going on and start from this morning instead.

We had a fatality during the night – one of the fishes passed away at work. Small pause to wipe tear from eye. I’ve been saying since Friday that it wasn’t very well – and I don’t care how much they take the piss at work, I know when one of my fish isn’t long for this world. Certain people have accused it of dying out of desperation – I may have checked it a fair few times on Monday.

Anyway, formal funeral arrangements were put in place (flushed down the loo) and I then spent half an hour cleaning the tank. Of course when you lose a fish there is only one thing you can do – raid the petty cash tin and buy yourself four more to replace it. Along with new plants, fish food, some more stones for the bottom of the tank and some brine shrimps (for the fishy wake of course!). It was one of the large goldfish that died, so Craig brought two replacement baby goldfish and two grey ones as well. We’ve had one grey one for years now – called Arthur, so we thought it was about time he had a couple of mates.

Wedding anniversary this weekend – whether we’ll be going away for a couple of days is still unsure. Himself is adamant that we will be going away and that’s the end of it – everyone else can look after themselves and God help them if they are selfish enough to think otherwise – he’s in that sort of mood. I'm afraid he's had his fill of it all as well, and although he's got the patience of a saint – his halo has slipped. I’m not so sure we'll be going anywhere myself – if I’m going to be put through the mill before hand, it will spoil the whole experience for me. Time will tell.