To be honest, Tetra was tired of being a “Fishing Widow”. Her husband Finlay, was hooked on fishing. He was never home. Tetra would carp on and on about it.
“You seem to have fish on the brain,” said Tetra.
“Don’t be such a wet fish,” said Finlay. “When it comes to fishing I’m just a little fish in a big pond.”
“You should cast your net wider and find other interests,” said Tetra.
“You’re a queer fish. It’s just a red herring. I’d be like a fish out of water,” said Finlay. “I haven’t got bigger fish to fry. I don’t mind fishing around for other interests but it would be like shooting fish in a barrel.”
“But there are plenty of other fish in the sea,” said Tetra.
“I really don’t see what that’s got to do with the price of fish,” said Finlay. “It’s neither fish nor fowl whether I take up another interest. Quite frankly, I don’t give a flying fish. Life can be crooked as a barrel of fish hooks. I need other interests like a fish needs a bicycle.”
“At least you don’t go to the pub like other men and drink like a fish,” said Tetra. “That would be another kettle of fish altogether.”
“Holy mackerel!” said Finlay. “If that happened I’d imagine I’d become quite boring.”
Tetra stared like a stunned mullet.