One day we decided to go for a walk. We set off, out of our back garden gate, up the track across the farmer’s field, and towards the woods.
Once out of the sunshine and into the shady woods, you suddenly got very excited.
“LOOK! A messossin-machine!!” you exclaimed.
Your Mummy and I looked around but didn’t know what you were trying to tell us. “Pardon Thomas?,” I said.
“A MESSOSSIN-MACHINE!!!,” you repeated, in a state of heightening excitement, and pointed to an overgrown area in the woods, just off the path.
Then we saw what you meant: there in the bracken was an old washing machine that someone had thrown away.
“Well done Thomas,” I said, “you spotted a washing machine.”
“Yes,” you said proudly, “a messossin-machine!”
On the way back we dug up some stray potatoes that had grown at the edge of a field, washed them and made a salad. While we were eating our fresh potato salad you were still saying excitedly, “Daddy, we saw a messossin-machine in the woods!”
“Yes, we did,” your Mummy and I smiled. “Now eat your lunch please!”