Take a look at this vehicle parked next to me in the car park this afternoon…
It’s an emergency vehicle for a ‘fish medic’. Now we live in affluent SW London – we snuck in under the radar – and it’s v nice but not that snooty round here which is why we like it. But what the heck is a ‘fish medic’ and who the frig needs such a service? Is it commonplace in leafy Richmond to declare…. ‘Oh my God the goldfish we won at the fair is swimming upside down. Quick darling call the emergency fish medic and let’s pray that he can get here quickly and offer little goldie live-saving CPR!….’ Is that how it works? Or do customers of the normally excellent PK’s Fish bar in Twickenham feel the need to call anonymously to report that they’ve seen several cod being battered? Sorry…but who knows?
Don’t you think that we are living in strange times when it’s OK to deliver an emergency call-out service for sick pets who have no sense of feeling? I’ve got to drop my innate cynicism and widen my perspective I think.