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No, not really - there was a "UK's favourite number 1" programme on over the weekend night and "I Will Survive" was one of the entries. A bit overdue since I've already been back over a week, but stuff's kinda distracted me and our router is completely computer-senile and has somehow managed to duplicate itself. The poor computers are very confused.

Holiday roundup with pics )

And some sad news I hadn't mentioned )
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First, I was half-wake this morning when I suddenly hear this almighty shriek. At first I thought it was my neighbours, until I heard the panicked voices of my sister and Mum, at which point I rushed downstairs to find my sister having her eye flushed out with water.

What had happened was that Mum, when she went to put my sister's eye-drops in, had instead picked up the bottle of ear-drops that someone (i.e.: Dad) left next to the eye-drop bottle. The packaging and bottles for these look very similar, so you can guess how the mix-up was made. As it happened, they had to go into town today, so I suggested they drop by our opticians to make sure everything was all right. She's got to back Friday to have it checked again, but thankfully no harm's been done. Poor Mum was really upset though.

Weirdly, my sister had been telling me the night before about them looking similar. I guess foreshadowing works in real life, too.

Back to last week, where I was at the Job Centre with my dad about my Job Seekers' claim. Apart from discussing my partial deafness, we also brought up the possibility of me having Asperger's, because there's going blank, and then there's having parts of the brain being completely cross-wired. So I'm waiting for an appointment to see the Disability Advisor now, and I've also been moved onto Stage 3, where you're put on a 6 month work placement to help you get experience.

As it happened, one of the companies on the scheme is looking for someone to fill a multimedia position, and I went to have a chat with a couple of the people there on Friday. Things were a bit stilted at first but the ice was pretty much broken after they asked to see some of my work. There was also a pretty funny moment where the woman whose name Dad got wrong at the start wound up getting his name wrong at the end. Anyway, I'm currently waiting for a phone call about going down again to meet the chief executive, so fingers crossed that goes all right.

We also had my aunt and uncle round along with my cousin and her two daughters. Her eldest, J, wants to start a dragon collections (*sniff* I'm so proud) and her youngest, K, has turned out to be a natural with the woodwind - my sister let her have a go on her clarinet and she amazed all of us by not only being able to play it, but play it rather well. It was also the first time any of them had met Tails, and they absolutely adore him. Then again, when he keeps swimming over to you to say hello, it's hard not to.

And speaking of Tails, he's now happily settled into his new home:

The picture on the left is his old tank, to give you an idea of the difference. It also turns out that we were right about my chest of drawers, as I now have a problem opening the top drawer thanks to the extra weight. It'd probably break if I put the next tank up on it. :/
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Because he's never had a proper introduction.

This is Tails, my 10-year-old goldfish.

To say this little guy is... unusual is a bit of an understatement. Firstly, he has three tail-fins. Secondly, about a month after I got him he developed bruising on his right gill cover and over the following weeks it curled back to expose the membranes (that's the flash of pink you can see on his side). The same accident resulted in a lop-sided mouth and him being bug-eyed on his right side. And yet despite this he's outlived both of his tank-mates and the numerous tank clean-outs (which apparently ought to have made him keel over well before now). I know goldfish are hardy, but he really takes the cake sometimes.

And here's a better view of why I called him Tails:

I suspect his tail has kicked up like that because his tank is now too small for him, which will be rectified soon when I get him a new tank as his current hex-aquarium has just about had it (it's well over ten years old now, so it's had a good innings). It won't be massively bigger than his old one, because I don't have the room, but it'll be a box tank this time so he'll definitely have more room. Which he'll be happy about, because it means he'll have more room to play with us.

You see, he often spends his time "dancing" at the front of his tank whenever I'm around - and I know it's not because he's hungry, because sometimes I'll feed him and he'll carry on dancing until I point up at it. If I wiggle my fingers in front of his tank he will follow them around, and if I either call his name or snap my fingers he'll immediately turn around and swim towards me. It's amazing how affectionate he is, because he always swims around the part of the tank nearest to me and perks up the moment I walk in the room. He's a real joy to have around.

I guess I'm kinda being both sentimental and pessimistic with this post, because I'm mainly writing it so that I'll have something to remember him by should the worst happen after putting him in his new tank. But the little guy's a fighter and I'm not about to count him out yet, so all going well I'll be able to post some pictures of him settled into his new tank and continuing to make a nuisance of himself. Hopefully they will be better pics than these ones, but knowing him that's very unlikely.

Now if you'll excuse me, someone looks like he wants his supper.


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