The mystery deepens...

Sure enough, as we arrived home we found a delivery van waiting outside the house. 

The box being delivered was so heavy that Wilson and I had to carry it between us. When we'd taken it through to the kitchen and placed it on the floor, I offered to help W open it. 

'Nice try, New Dad!' he replied. 'You'll find out what's in the boxes soon enough!'

I can't help thinking that sounded the tiniest bit… ominous!

Yet another delivery...

Wilson and I enjoyed a leisurely coffee together, chatting idly of this and that. I subtly guided the conversation to the topic that is concerning me a little: what is in all those cardboard boxes in the kitchen? 

I thought he was about to confide in me when an alarm sounded on his iPhone. He glanced at the screen then announced that we should leave straight away as another delivery was due in a few minutes.

The Drinks are on Wilson!

In an attempt to cheer Wilson up after yesterday's Time Magazine disappointment, I took him to a local tea shop where he surprised me by telling me to order whatever I wanted as he was paying. 

'I shall soon be so rich that it won't matter even if you have a cake with your coffee!' he said, generously.

I demurred, opting for just a latte, saying that I thought he should wait until these riches -- whatever their source -- were safely in his paws. 

He looked very proud as he paid for the drinks, and to both of us they tasted even more delicious than usual.

Time Magazine

Wilson suffered a bit of a disappointment today when, once again, he was not selected as Time Magazine's Person of the Year. 

He confessed that he had mocked-up the cover to see how he would look once he'd received the accolade. At first he was too crestfallen to show it to me, but after a little gentle cajoling he consented to let me take a look.

I told him that, if only he had been selected Person of the Year, he would have looked very fine on the cover. 

This cheered him up a little, and we both agreed: there's always 2013.

Another mystery delivery

A huge consignment of cardboard boxes has just arrived! 

Wilson started behaving a bit shiftily, refusing all offers of help to move them into the kitchen, which will apparently be their new home. I can't really complain as, since W does almost all the cooking, it is pretty much his domain. 

However, I must admit that I am a little… curious as to what can be in all these boxes. Surely not more neon signs?

Father Xmas visits in his Sleigh!

Last night was a landmark point in Wilson's year: it was the night the Uckfield Lions Father Xmas Sleigh came to visit! W put his coins in the collecting tin and received a lollipop from an elf wearing a hi-vis tabard. 

W is now in the final countdown to Xmas, so I am still no closer to learning what he is planning; I only know I got very little sleep after yesterday's caffeine overload. 

I hope it's nothing to do with time travel...

Caffein high

I don't know what Wilson is up to, but all day he's been bringing me coffee (a different kind each time - mocha, cappuccino, mochaccino, espresso, caffe Americano, all without ant garnish) then spending a lot of time on the phone. 

I daren't think about what he might be up to, I'm on too much of a caffein high. All I know for sure is that I'm probably not going to like it.

I can't keep my hands still after all this coffee -- I've just spilled an almond and gingerbread latte down my shirt!