Remember the other day when I mentioned that young Eric was pondering ways of taking full advantage of our large puddle, what is under the bridge, up the road?
Let me tell you, the tension and excitement dans Les Towers while he waited for his delivery was both unbelievably palpable and tangible, in equal measures.
And then, when it arrived, I just don't know how we hadn't guessed what he was up to ...... he'd only gone and got himself a dingy! Unfortunately, he'd forgotten to order any oars, so for now he is using his extra long arms to help propel himself through the water, what is he like?
It goes without saying that he's extremely chuffed with himself, saying that although he doesn't want to wish his life away, he can't wait for the hot summer days when he'll have hours of paddling enjoyment in the shade, lying resplendent before him ........
....... adding that the bridge itself also gives a very satisfying echo when he feels compelled to whoop in delight! Heaven help us all. I suppose I should just be grateful that he didn't order himself a jet ski or an aqualung!!!!! Oh lordie, what have I gone and said now!???
