Oh.

[whatho]

My father's just offered my space hopper to the four-year-old son of one of the builders. Against the odds, I'm saddened. Did I tell you about the space hopper? It was a badly thought-out Christmas present from a couple of years ago ... I never had a space hopper in my youth so my father bought me one at the unusual age of 26, forgetting that there's absolutely nowhere in the house or garden suitable for space hopping. So when I found it in my great room clear out of a few days ago, I asked said father to blow it up to check for leaks and if none were found it could go to Oxfam. He was saddened. I was practical. Then I remembered that there was no furniture in the dining room and spent a pleasant ten minutes space hopping my way around it. It was a surprising amount of fun.

Once the dining table's returned to its usual home there'll once again be nowhere to space hop. So it makes sense to give it to a grateful child. Even if it's adult-sized.

But ... my space hopper ....