Gingerbread Woman

No loaves, but fishes

It's a miracle. I go to feed the fish this morning and the previously floppy Goldie is nipping round the pond Schumacher stylie. Better still, his mouth is healed and as I plop the food in, he's straight there, feasting post famine.

I'm almost tempted to get down on my knees and thank the deity, but, as a secular type, I just do a little 'cheers big woman' under my breath and hope that suffices.

This is, I promise, barring a relapse, the end of the fish posts.

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posted by The Gypsy @ 10:31 am