The day after I wrote this entry, Bubble died. 
Just before Christmas, my sister decided that it was time for a new pet. A goldfish. She bought the fish, a fishbowl, fish food and some rocks to sit in the bottom of the bowl.
Well, the night she got that fish, I found out that fish aren't the quiet little pets they make themselves out to be; Poppy, the goldfish, would keep me up all night, chucking her bloody rocks about.
Although the noise she was making wasn't really loud, it was one of those annoying little noises, like the dripping of a tap.
Eventually, I got used to it. Then, a month or so ago, Tay decided that it was time for Poppy to get a new friend.
She spent hours researching goldfish and all of their different types on the 'net. She eventually chose the one fish I hoped she wouldn't get; a black fish with pokey out eyes. She named it Bubble.
Wonderful. Another boring, noisy fish.
Bubble has kept both me and my brother entertained all evening, much to my sister's disgust.
See, Bubble's taken to swimming upside down. And sinking to the bottom of the bowl and floating back up again. And he's been swimming backwards!
I must admit, he does look kind of dead:
If he's floating but alive there could be something wrong with his swimbladder. I used to have a fish who floated like that; unfortunately if there is there's nothing you can do.