As the old saying goes, you should be careful what you wish for…
Well, round here you also have to be careful what you casually mention in passing. In case it suddenly turns up in the post and …
…springs a surprise on you!
Now, not only do we have to listen for the soft thumpity-thumpity-thump of Smoky popping upstairs for his afternoon siesta. We also have to keep one ear ready for the rhythmic chink-chink-chink of a wild Slinky trying to creep down the stairs. (An uphill Slinky: now there’s a challenge for the inventors among you.)
I have gradually managed to master the art of the deft flip of one end of Slinky in order to get it (him?) started on his sinuous, even peristaltic, short hop down a makeshift staircase of paperbacks or a gently sloping plank (i.e., an empty bookcase shelf after books have been removed to make slinky his (its?) own personal activity centre).
Very nice of Shana to buy me an early birthday present anyway (thankyouthankyouthankyou 🙂 ) but perhaps I should stop saying anything, however innocently, about stuff such as, oh I don’t know, Ferraris, or (whisper it quietly now…)
Oops, too late 😉