Eric noticed something yesterday, on the school run, that he really wasn't too sure or happy about ......
...... in fact, he said, it made his feel quite uneasy and somewhat queasy, which, to be honest, aren't feelings that the little fella is too familiar with.
It was "something" in one of the gnarled hollows of our beloved horse chestnut tree, that had been so harshly cut back to a branchless trunk about two years ago ......
However, we've always sort comfort from the heart that was left on the trunk, a sign that the tree was still watching over us.
But now, there seemed to be something, like a pair of lips, that made Eric quiver, as it very much reminded him of watching The Little Shop of Horrors one year at our Welcome Holiday Park at Dawlish Warren.
Had the tree become somehow overtaken? Was it preparing to converse with us, with the "lips" continuing to grow, thus enabling it to consume any choice person who innocently walked past it in the dead of night or even, more brazenly, broad daylight?
It has to be said that Eric does have a very active imagination, but this time it appears to be working overtime. I'm sure there is a more simple botanical explanation as to what it is, answers on a postcard please or questions may have to be asked in Parliament ....
...... until then I think Eric will continue taking a very wary interest in any further developments, if, from a very safe distance, just to be on the safe side! What is he like?
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