We were at a travelling fairground that had sprung up in a local park and were having a great afternoon and I gave the children a pound each to have a go at one of the stalls. I was watching my little one desperately trying to hook a dart when I heard Taylor (my nine year old son) whooping with glee!
He had managed to spear three separate playing cards with three separate darts and was proudly choosing himself a goldfish! I've never really been a fishy fan and didn't think you were even allowed to give them away at fairs anymore but he was so pleased that I didn't have the heart to tell him he couldn't keep it.
It was quite late by the time we got home, luckily our local supermarket sold fish food, which I thought was amazing and little King (the fish) settled down for the night in my mixing bowl. It was honestly a really ragged-looking thing and we didn't hold out much hope for it lasting the night.
We have now got it a proper home and because he looked so lonely so little fishy friends, Sparkle, Twinkle and Bob! They have fresh plants in the tank and we've made sure that the water is treated and oxygenated for them too.
That pound for the sidestall turned out to be the most expensive pound I've ever spent and lots of people have said that goldfish die quite quickly so any tips would be greatly appreciated.