Out along the lane with Wilf , barely seven , the sun just rising above the horizon. My phone rings . It's ' the font ' . " Monsieur Bozo's here and he wants to drain the septic tank ". We hurry back to find a huge truck parked outside the front door. A young man in blue overalls with an aggressively shaved head is talking to ' the font ' . It's the plumbers friend come to deal with the nocturnal gloop problem .
For two hours Wilf sits in the courtyard savouring a variety of tantalizing smells that waft over from our blocked grease trap . '' I'll need to come back with my grandfather to find the blockage . He's got a CCTV camera " . With that , and a cheque for three hundred euros , the young Monsieur Bozo goes. For the rest of the day the plumbing throughout the house gurgles .
Wilfs view on all this ?. '' Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us ".
