The only thing we didn’t move in the Streetvan on Saturday was Hannah’s goldfish. He’s called Dan, and she collected him yesterday in the car. I hadn’t realised that she’s had him for about six years and this new flat will be his fifth home. In fact he’s not gold anymore. He is so old that he’s lost that shine and is now a sort of matt grey colour; time for a re-spray perhaps.
Dan the (gold)fish in his new home