A sandwich short of a full picnic

I fed the fish this morning, like I do every other day. I had a little chat with it too, like I do every other day.

This afternoon I went to Otley to see about a ring I'm supposed to be having made, it hasn't progressed any since last September so I was not a happy bunny. And then I went to the cobblers to drop some shoes off to repair. It had closed early at 3. Now I was really grumpy.

Ysabella had gone into the pet shop opposite the cobblers to look round, so I went in to find her.

'Can we have a gerbil? Can we have a rat? Can we have a rabbit?'

'No we can't, we've got enough pets.'

'Well, can we have a couple of goldfish then?'

'We've got one already.'

'No we haven't, it died.'

'Don't be stupid, I fed it this morning.'

'It died, I flushed it down the toilet - about 3 weeks ago when you and dad were at the quiz. I meant to tell you. Did I forget?'

Yes, she had forgotten - but more worryingly I have been talking to an empty fish tank - and feeding it regularly.

So, I'm definitely thinking I'm a sandwich short of a full picnic.

Or a fish short of an aquarium.