Fish on a Friday

Like everyone else, I've had a few bizarre experiences in my life. (In truth, I have one every morning when I look in the mirror).

Having my feet pecked by a tankful of fish is now right up there.

Last Friday, I thought it might be nice for my mother and I to have a bonding exercise.  But rather than take her to Harry Ramsden's to eat fish, I allowed the fish to turn the tables by eating us at Wonder Feet in Guiseley.

The verdict?

Highly recommended - 10 out of 10.

I now have feet like Jesus and intend to wear sandals and perform miracles for the rest of the week.  As luck would have it, I'm off work so will certainly have the time.