What joy! During our recent holiday my number four child ran home to tell me she had caught a fish. A real fish. She was snuggly clad in her wetsuit, a smile on her face from ear to ear. Good friends had taken the kids on their new boat and spent a short time looking for a good catch. There was enough flathead to fillet and eat as an entree. Lightly dusted in flour, seasoned, pan fried in butter and drizzled with lemon. Fabulous. She was so proud to have caught a fish, but reluctant to eat it. Dr Seuss never fails to hook the odd fish though!