Something fishy

For the last week Toby's been banging on about our fishpond. So much so that I thought he was going to lynch a neighbour when she suggested that the previous owners might want the fish back. Unfortunately I have a proper job (unlike him) which requires me to be in the office during daylight hours, we were away last weekend which has all meant that I've missed out on the whole fishy experience.



On Wednesday last week however I was met on my walk home from the station by a beaming boyfriend. I hadn't quite realised the significance of that day until he blurted out that it was the first day I was home with enough daylight to help feed the fish.

Let me tell you that these fish are MASSIVE. I had no idea! I'm having to grovel deeply now for laughing at poor Tobes for suggesting that they were anything bigger than tadpoles. The two biggest fish (which were big goldfish, then were koi now are catfish...we think) are, no jokes, just short of a foot long!

Toby's got the ancient pump working and we now have a lovely (if a bit green) waterfall- not just a trickle, a full on waterfall. He's investing a worrying amount of time either on the internet looking at pond cleaners, standing over the pond planning...stuff or perched (so's not to cast a scary shadow over the pond for the poor dears) just by the pond dropping in very smelly fish food.

I may mock but come summer I'll be very happy sitting in the sun with a large spritzer next to the most loved fish in the whole of Surrey. And if those neighbours want anywhere near them, there'll be serious trouble. (I'm convinced that Toby's sudden desperation to lock our back gate to keep our house safe has much more to do with the safety of the fish).

When I get home tomorrow night I'll take a couple of pictures so you too can share our the love of the pond.