On fighting dragons and other scaly creatures

Okay, I SWEAR I’m not going to turn into one of those people who burbles on about their goldfish all the time, but fuck me, Alexa and Peter had a right set to this evening. Headbutting each other into the side of the oxygen maker, and finning each other out of the way over the food flakes, and all that kind of carry on. They haven’t done that before. Now I know what it must have been like to be the Queen Mother, watching me and Baz pull ourselves to our feet for the first time, only to pounce on and beat the crap out of each other for the following ten years.

Very disillusioning.

Having said that, I didn’t turn into her, and wade into the aquarium with a terrifying ‘you think you’re in trouble now he has you in a headlock? Just you wait till I beat him off you, missy’ expression, and a correspondingly terrifying looking wooden spoon. I’m a modern mommy.

I just waved it at the aquarium, but they were too busy scrapping to notice. Next time I’ll rap it on the side of the tank, with a grim expression on my face.

It made me think of the time we were en famille in Portugal on our holidays and they had the equivalent of the Spring Show in Setubal and we visited one evening. There was a stall selling giant wooden kitchen and farm implements (the way there always is), and the Queen Dad bought the most enormous wooden spoon in the world – about six feet high – especially for the Queen Mum, as a joke.

I think we still have it somewhere.

Maybe they’re settling down at last, and they’re just having a bit of fun. Peter is definitely bullying Alexa a bit more too.

Maybe it’s the wrath of the meek. (eh? Jersey Girl??)

Actually, having watched the fighting a bit more, I think it’s all a big scam to get more food.

Unless… oh God, they wouldn’t be trying to make baby fish, now that there’s an over-indulgent food supply, would they?

Euch, okay, enough about the fish, how about the first anniversary of the blog?

Take a bow, Queenie.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

There was a request for Percy to reappear on the magic day. Unfortunately, that’s not how it works. Maybe later this week. What would he say anyway?

We went to Canada on a Quest to find modern dragons, and Queenie found some and is off fighting them?

There are those who say Queenie could have stayed in her own country and done the same thing.

Possibly.

She gets bored easy, that’s the trouble.

Having said that, there's a certain pleasure in the nearly-familiar yet not quite atmosphere of where she is now.

I wonder how long it will last.