I was shut in the bedroom. At one stage Lynettea came in and I rushed down the hall. I am protector of the fish and knew something was wrong. But Lynettea grabbed me, saying, ‘Dangerous, Sasha. You can’t go out there.’
When I was finally allowed outside I found this.
So what was the point of all that?
‘The installer will be back next Tuesday,’ she told me. The fibreglass may still have fumes.’
Oh well, another week. They have waited so long. I can see they have all come up to ask me questions.
