The other day, I was out in the garden viewing - with considerable sadness - the latest attempt by the foxes to excavate a major development underneath the decking.
Guthlac had come out with me, and was dancing around on the lawn waving a plastic mattock (part of a set of child's gardening tools which a well-meaning friend had given him in the vain and naive hope that he would employ them for honest horticultural labour rather than whacking his sister on the kneecaps) and chanting "Working together, we get the job done! Working together, we get the job done!"
In an attempt to enter his cultural world, I asked him "Are you being Bob the Builder?"
"No, I'm a axer."
"You're an axeman?"
"Yes. I'm a axeman."
I believe one should work with one's children's enthusiasms. So I'm buying him a real axe and a fox identification guide.
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You can get him a Junior Hunt kit from several outfitters in Henley. Comes complete with Welsh pony, Andamanese bugle and Sumatran rat-dogs.
... and a year's free membership to the BNP if I'm not mistaken.
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