16/06/2012

Birthday Honours List


Wilson was up at the crack of eight o'clock to check the Queen's Birthday Honours List to see whether Her Majesty has 'formalised' (as he put it) his OBE. She hasn't. 
'Gary Barlow?!' he ranted, 'What has he ever done? Sing a few songs and organise a party! I can sing! I could organise a party, probably! How hard can it be?'
On the other hand, he does have a soft spot for the lovely Jenny 'It's my Daddy!' Agutter. He loved her in The Railway Children. 'Is she old enough to get an OBE though?' he pondered. 'She can't be a day over twelve! But then, I myself am only five...'

15/06/2012

Strange news


Something very strange has happened. While Antony was missing, one of Wilson's friends, Bob, sent him this photograph. At first W thought it was just a picture of an electricity pylon, but yesterday he looked at it under a magnifying glass… and it seems to show Antony half-way up it!
Does Antony have a twin? A doppelgänger? Has he been away on a secret adventure? W has vowed to get to the bottom of this mystery. 
I do hope it's not a doppelgänger – they sound well creepy...



14/06/2012

Wilson appeals for your help...


Now that Antony is safely back with Wilson, I thought things would quieten down for a little while. Not so. I've just found W close to tears, even though Antony was right there with him. 
I asked him what was wrong, and he told me he'd just learned about the plight of the Pygmy Sloth in Isla Escudo de Veraguas. Apparently, there are only about 100 of these lovely animals left and, although they are not vulnerable to natural predators, poaching and destruction of mangroves has already almost halved their numbers. 
As you know, the support and care of sloths in trouble is close to Wilson's heart, and he has asked me to appeal to you to sign this petition to help save the Pygmy Sloth. Both Wilson and I have signed -- will you?


13/06/2012

Reunited...


Although the rain has stopped and the sun is shining brightly – for the first time in what feels like months – Wilson has spent the day in bed with Antony. 
He's had so little sleep over the last few days (W that is, not A) that I thought it would be best to let him have a day resting and cuddling his little mate. 


12/06/2012

Antony is safe!

First thing this morning Wilson drew a map of the entire house and grounds, so he could try to locate Antony using a Psychic Pendulum, which is apparently a ring or something tied onto a bit of cotton. Then he hurried off to the Wilson Vermilingua OBE Museum Of Old Stuff to look for the ring he thought he'd seen there.
Just minutes later he called me to come to the Museum, where I found him excitedly brandishing Antony in his paws! He explained breathlessly that while looking for a ring he found Antony under some old stuff and now he thinks he might remember having left him there.
To celebrate Antony's safe return, W has claimed the 'substantial reward' for himself. 
I did enquire whether he would be removing the dozens of cocktail sticks in the garden, and he said he'd try to get round to it, if he had time, after he'd finished eating the 'substantial reward'.


11/06/2012

W resorts to ESP


Wilson has decided to try locating Antony by use of his 'psychic powers'. 
One of W's friends, Cathy, got in touch recently suggesting that I test W's 'gift' to see whether it's genuine, but I'm really not certain that encouraging him in this is the responsible thing to do. 
What if his 'gift' did turn out to be genuine – next thing I'd know he'd be marketing his own range of Ouija Boards and getting possessed by evil spirits. I've seen Most Haunted! I've seen Exorcism – Is It Real? on Nat Geo, and I've no wish to subject W to that! 
So, while not wanting W dabbling in the dark arts, almost anything would be preferable to his constant moping and occasional bouts of sobbing... and as Cathy suggested – what if he could do Lotto numbers...

10/06/2012

Reward


Antony is still not back, and without him poor Wilson remains traumatised by day and unable to sleep at night. 
Today W has made hundreds of tiny posters offering a 'substantial' reward for the safe return of Antony. He's stuck them on cocktail sticks and put them all over the garden, as he is still convinced that the ants are behind Antony's disappearance. 
This time I'd better take more care where I tread in the garden, as my feet still hurt from the last cocktail-stick injuries I sustained. On the plus side, though, the lawn will not need its annual aeration treatment!