Yesterday was one of those days where all I felt like doing was staring through the glass. Occasionally I would notice a larger pair of eyes staring back at me, wide with curiosity. I’m not always fond of those eyes, especially the young ones who sometimes tap the glass so hard I worry the glass may shatter and my entire life will splash away. Their podgy fingers pound as if I will follow to their attention. Simon doesn’t like the noise either; he hides in the castle every time the young ones arrive. He says that it reminds him of his old home where a tap on the glass meant one of his family members were taken away. Then of course it happened to him, and he ended up here with us. Simon tells every newcomer of his ordeal, dramatising every moment. I guess the fear in him is strong.
There is one young one who visits often. She always wants to feed us and will sometimes bring treats for us. My favourite is the green flakes. I don’t know what they’re called but they taste nice. Even Steve who stays in the corner most of the day will glide up to eat a green flake or two.

I can’t remember why, but I was feeling a bit depressed yesterday. I think that is why I just wanted to stare and ignore everything that was going on around me. According to Steve I missed one of the new inhabitants arriving, and Steve had decided this one had an attitude problem. I think he said something about them being a bit conceited and stuck in his own little bubble.  Poor thing, even if he changes his ways, Steve will now never give him a chance. Once Steve makes an opinion about you, it is hard to change it. That is why I am glad we got off on the right fin.

I struggled to sleep last night too. I think I was trying to remember what was making me feel so bad. The day before had been pleasant as I recall. Sandy had made a montage out of the stones, which depicted an image of us all. Simon came out of his castle to view it, and Sandy really appreciated our feedback on her artwork. It was a shame we were cleaned overnight and the montage was destroyed.

I discovered this morning; that if, I rolled onto my side my entire body would rotate one hundred and eighty degrees. I have to just swallow the bubbles whole instead of letting the bubbles out. My head spins a little before my body trails too and I discover a changed motion. I like this motion, it’s different. When I take in the bubbles it sends me to the top and my belly breezes with the open air. It’s a great sensation; it’s definitely cheered me up!

“Jeffrey mate, what’s going on? You’re swimming upside down?”
“No Steve,” I reply, “I’m swimming downside up.”