“Hey, hey, hey,” says Chippie, with enthusiasm, as we share a nice hot bath.
He starts a lot of sentences with “hey, hey, hey”. I’m not entirely sure why, but he does. Quite possibly because he hears us say “Hey, hey, HEY! Stop that!” a lot.
Anyway, there we were, me being forced to lie down in the bath as he drives a train down my arm and off the end of my fingers, which have been forced to pose as a “cliff” then