mrsba That reminds me of the present we once gave my mother. We managed to organise a meeting with Guy the gorilla. She bought some huge peaches, which were his favourites, and while the keeper made sure that he put both his hands through the bars together she was able to drop the peaches into his hands. He rolled each peach round in his mouth, spat out the stone, and swallowed the rest.
I've spoken before about my best ever present - the rocking horse my father made me for Christmas, when I was six. At that age it was the size of a real pony, a perfect dapple grey. In all the last 72 years I've never had anything so exciting.