Aargh! What is that?
The Old Man takes pity on Mrs Doonuthin and gives her a huge box of modelling clay for Christmas, don't he.
So I gets up this morning to find this thing stomping about the dining table.
Can I take this development I ask myself?
Still, I notice with satisfaction that the box of plasticine is labelled "suitable for 3 year olds". Ha! I should say so.
That would just about be Mrs Doonuthin's mental age, say I.