Am I getting ahead of myself?
I really want some goldfish, to have something in my life I can protect, feed, name, mother and generally feel proud about.
I want to put them in a tank in the toy room, go and talk to them each day and watch them grow.
But the Man in the Shop says I have to do things in a certain order. I must find something to put them on. Get an appropriate tank. Fill it and treat the water. Plug the filter in. I want some hardy little swimmers, not prize-winning tropical clown fish. Is this the true cost of being a pet-owner? It is not as straight forward as I first thought, and I feel like I’m being set up to fail.
All I wanted to do was choose some cute, vaguely intellectual names to give them and enjoy looking after them.