I have 3 fishbowls on the ledge above the sink in the kitchen. In the smallest bowl there is a female Betta fish whose husband died in mysterious circumstances just over a week ago. Rather than go into deep mourning for him, she seems to have got a new lease of life and appears much happier than before. In the medium and large bowls I have pairs of goldfish. Whenever I am in the kitchen, either cooking or washing up, they come to talk to me. I think it’s called cupboard love.