Gotcha!
So I'm quietly going about my business in the house, when I happen to glance out of the kitchen window at the Purple Garden and see this:
I rush outside to check if Tiddler has a pulse, a string of expletives trailing behind me.
I kneel beside him and reach out gently.
He opens one eye, places his thumb and forefinger on his forehead in what is clearly a 'Loser' gesture, grins, and shouts 'Gotcha!'
I am ready to kill him!
But then I realise he has only just turned 7 and this is a quality prank, well-executed.
I grin back. 'Nice one, Tiddler'
We high five, and I get him to reassume his pose so that I can photograph it for posterity.
Noel's House Party is alive and prospering in Friendly Drive - although he doesn't award me a Golden Gotcha as a memento, which is slightly disappointing.