by Sue Trollip
A colleague at work has four goldfish on her desk. I have never encountered goldfish living in such luxury. They have Mediterranean ocean blue pebbles beneath their … fins and oxygen. They are also the happiest goldfish I’ve met. They dance in those oxygen bubbles then, I assume, speak to each other in Mickey Mouse voices. They seem to spend a lot of time playing together. Charades must be interesting with a three-second memory.
I recently finished Tina Fey’s book (she is rumoured to have received a $6 million advance for it) and I found two sentences of great wisdom in those pages.
‘Don’t be like that kid hesitating at the top of the watersides over-thinking things.’
So perhaps those goldfish know how to live right.
The other nugget was when it comes to the number one rule of beauty:
And when I look at my hair this morning I know it will be my mantra for the day – hell who am I kidding, for the rest of the week … possibly longer.
There’s a basil plant on my window ledge that is also battling to contain its tendrils. So I made some pesto pasta for dinner, simply to help that Triffid out of its torment, somewhat.
And I’m blaming my ramblings on the weather, yesterday sunshine and daffodils, today snow!