A day of rug surfing and touch rugby. Wilf was in PON heaven, charging down the hallway, leaping onto a rug at the last moment and then skidding helter skelter across the floor tiles in best surfer dude fashion . Then at bed time twenty minutes of touch rugby with the soft, ludicrously coloured, bounce anywhere, rugby ball. For some reason this is definitely not 'the fonts' favoured game.
When he gets really happy Wilfs rear end 'wags' from side to side - rather like the back end of a car before it goes into a skid. This 'wag' makes forward movement rather difficult. The result is a highly amusing but rather inefficient combination of waddle and soft shoe shuffle that simply radiates happiness. Trotting off, reluctantly, to bed the look on his face said " All we need now are some sausages".