Harry’s sat at the top of the slide, refusing to come down. I’m not even sure that he could if he wanted, having got up there. I’ll have to fetch a broom, try pushing from behind. I don’t think the hose’d be powerful enough.
What a forlorn sight, leaves drifting down around him, some settling on his head. He swipes off a large yellowed maple. “I’ve got better things to be doing, young Harry,” I tell him. “The hall needs clearing before Assembly tomorrow, and the teachers have blocked their loo again!”, which gets me a smile. “I’m sorry, Mr Brown,” he mumbles, trying to tuck that smile away. I take one last bite and hand up my Double Decker for him to finish, and he reaches down with his trunk to take it. I can’t wait for the day when he starts to fight those little bastards back.