a lousy Friday night...

THE DOCTOR (TB) (proudly) : Look!

Proffers finger with something slightly disgusting on it)

THE BIRD (TB) (optimistically) : Fish scales?

TD (fondly) : No! Salmon louse. On OUR salmon!

TB: (greenly) : !!

Better to find it before cooking, I guess. Apparently it wouldn't have done me any harm, because, and I quote, its not like I'm a salmon.

Which is a relief, let me assure you.

Despite being married to a fish parasitologist, I didn't really think I could compete with Claypot and Rachie with the bug stories. Plus I'm quite tolerant really.

But on your dinner? Ick.