Exploding tent.

Unbeknownst to little Florence we bought a second hand folding tent at the church sale over the road in Kings Sutton. We sneaked it back to Flo's house and hid it under the hall table. The lady who sold it to us demonstrated how it folds up and then springs in to shape.

Later Florence spotted it in the hall while we were all in the kitchen. A moment later I heard her bawling and rushed out to see what was wrong. There she was standing in front of the splendid red and yellow tent. She had evidently pulled it out from its hiding place and it had exploded in to fully erect shape in front of her eyes like a giant Jack in the Box.

But within seconds she was in and out of it wearing a broad grin.

Now all we have got to do is try and fold it up again. Here goes...