Slightly stressful start to my day. Emerging for the daily visit to the breakfast trough I chanced on a flood from out the back of the fish tank. A flood where there had been none the day before. Carpet sodden and fish waving flags of surrender as the level slowly dropped. All this caught my eye. I'd not even had my toast! So a mad dash to decant our piscatorial chums unceremoniously into a (luckily brand new and therefore uncontaminated) mop bucket. Oxygen pump installed, a plant and a rock cave for them to hide in. It's all we could do. I went to work, fingers crossed they'd survive. Julie went to Maidenhead Aquatics to buy a new tank. Will they survive 'mop-tank-gate'?
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