Waiting to die...

Each morning I expect to wake up and learn that he is dead. He's been in a critical condition for some time now, and all remedial measures seem to be prolonging the agony.

No, not George Best: Didi's fish. CJ's is big and fat and since forever seems to eat all the food when they are fed. The other is scrawny and mangy, fading away, living off scraps and waste, and doesn't seem to be eating at all at the moment. We've tried everything. Letting the fat one grab food and then feeding the other while the fat one's mouth is full. Different type of food. Feeding just once a day.

At the weekend, I thought I'd triumphed by getting the small one to take a pellet of food, but within seconds he'd spat it out again. What can you do? I've changed the filter for a First Aid cartridge, but the deterioration continues.

Speaking of George Best and his family, and living in a goldfish bowl I note that I'm a Celeb has made a strong start in the ratings. You sometimes wonder why footballers and entertainers are paid so very much, when it is obvious that many of them would do it for free.