7th February. Night Of A Thousand Gulps.

Imagine the sound of a slowly but intermittently dripping tap about 2 feet from your pillow.  2 am, then it stops, maybe it's stopped for the night? Just have to wait and see. Yes it's definitely stopped now - peace.    Plop... ARRRGGHH!! no it's off again plop plop....plop...............plop....plop.  That fucking fish is driving me mental! It's only doing it on purpose and it's just the one that does it. "Why don't you put the gulping one down the toilet then they'll be more oxygen for the one that's left?"  "No way! they're great friends they've been together for over 12 years."