carp

dont be coy with me.

that is what happens when you mix washers and pan-head lagg bolts up with last nights curry flavoured rice dish.

so near as things could be it seemed like something akin to a flounder but different than a halibut and friendlier than a catfish and more hardy than a tilapia would make the ideal dinner table companion for asparagus and salad.

then when your deck-chair suddenly falls apart ruining a postcard afternoon capped by a home-cooked feast of culinary presumptuousness that carp will be laughing it up from little carp heaven.

that for the life of me is the circle of life.