... the Brown-Mouse fish pond saga pretty much ended today. After a leisurely breakfast of egg-and-bacon rolls from the markets at the end of the street, Mr Brown and I took the little train to Paddy's Markets (and what a vile place full of cheap and nasty tat THAT place has become - speaking as someone who last went 10 or more years ago) to go fish shopping.
We went there because last time I went there was the old guy with buckets and buckets of pond fish of all varieties and sizes. This time all we could find was a really sad little dark corner. I nearly cried when I saw the rainbow lorikeets and galahs in cages, very depressing.
Anyhoo, small orange fish were 4 for $10,
so we brought 4 home (after eating what had to be the worst laksa in eating memory in Chinatown, never again). And we popped them, bag and all in the pond, 
waited a bit 
and then slipped them into their new, big, home. 
They seem to have settled in rather well, 
and appear to quite like our plant choices. 
So, there you have it. A fish pond.
We went there because last time I went there was the old guy with buckets and buckets of pond fish of all varieties and sizes. This time all we could find was a really sad little dark corner. I nearly cried when I saw the rainbow lorikeets and galahs in cages, very depressing.
Anyhoo, small orange fish were 4 for $10,
so we brought 4 home (after eating what had to be the worst laksa in eating memory in Chinatown, never again). And we popped them, bag and all in the pond, waited a bit and then slipped them into their new, big, home. They seem to have settled in rather well, and appear to quite like our plant choices. So, there you have it. A fish pond.
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