Last night I discovered a pauvre matsumuru (fishworks) floating upside down in his bowl and very, very dead.
Today, I did what any grief-stricken fish owner would do – immediately replaced him.
Are you surprised that I have not even touched the report I was planning to write? I thought not. I really should make the time, but at the moment I don’t give a toss. I’m positive that if ignore it, it will just go away.
Can it really be only the weekend remaining before I return to Marie Celeste? I hadn’t realised how tense I was until I had this lovely time off. Now I am all mellow, tranquil and hippie-like. For the moment anyway.