A beautiful afternoon, the sun shining, birds tweeting, wind blowing. 11 year old girl bouncing on her trampoline, proud Grandad standing by watching. "Come here Grandad." she says, offering her hand. "Not bloody likely!" says Shouty Grandad, "What are you up to?" I say, "Stick your tongue out dad." He does.
Quick as a flash, Little Fink stretches out her hand, pointed digit close to his mouth, an electric static spark shoots out the end of her finger and crackles as it shocks Shouty Grandad's tongue. Hilarity ensues. Another day at the funny farm.
