12/01/2013

We're off! Hooray!


Today dawned damp, cold and miserable, but Wilson has been like a little ball of sunshine! He was up at first light, carried his suitcase out onto the drive and is now sitting in the car waiting for me. 
He has promised to write and to email me every day with news of what he's been up to!
We'll be setting off in a few minutes...


11/01/2013

Wilson is overexcited!


Wilson was up before dawn this morning, having realised he'd forgotten to pack Drinking Chocolate, Squirty Cream and Marshmallows.  
He is VERY excited -- I don't know how he'll pass the time until we set off tomorrow without exploding!


10/01/2013

Packing for his holiday


Wilson is busy getting everything together to pack in his suitcase. 
He's decided to leave Antony and the as-yet-unnamed micro toy anteater here, in case his numerous half- and step-siblings think they are a gift for them. He's leaving his Wellington boots here for the same reason, but is taking his (i.e. my) iPad, so he can keep in touch.
He is also taking his Polaroid camera and has promised to take lots of photos.
I've given him a packet of spicy dried ants as a small gift for his mother, and some crayons and colouring books for all his siblings.


09/01/2013

I bring Wilson some good news!


I've received a very nice letter from Wilson's mum, in which she says she would be delighted to have him to stay for a few days. She mentioned that she'd been afraid something like this might happen as 'little Boo has always been very driven and intense,' adding that she was sure some 'home cooking and cuddling will put him right in no time.'
I went to the tumble dryer and shook Wilson's shoulder gently and asked him if he'd like to go and stay with him mum for a little while. He opened one eye and said, 'My Mum? Mrs Vermilingua? Yes, I'd like that!' 
I left him in the dryer, but a little while ago I heard him rummaging through his stuff getting ready to pack.


I'd like to thank all of you who sent get-well wishes to Wilson -- we both appreciate your kind thoughts.

08/01/2013

Wilson is still no better...


Wilson came out of the tumble dryer this morning and ate a light breakfast of Weetabix with ant sprinkles, then went back to sleep on the sofa. He wouldn't even drink any coffee, saying that the memory was 'too painful.'
I hope the postman brings a message from his mother today…


07/01/2013

Wilson is still poorly


Wilson is still not right: he sleeps all the time instead of most of the time, he's off his food, even his favourites, and he won't come out of the tumble dryer even to watch tv.
My first thought was to take him to the vet, or maybe back to the animal psychiatrist, but then I remembered that they always tell me the same thing: it's nothing physical, he's just living a life not altogether suitable for an anteater.
So, I've reached a decision. I've written to his mum, Mrs Vermilingua, at the zoo, explaining the problem and asking her whether she could have Wilson to stay for a few days, to get back in touch with his family roots and his anteater origins. 
I haven't mentioned this to W yet, I'll wait and see what Mrs V says first. 

06/01/2013

Ennui...


I didn't mean to knock the wind out of Wilson's sails when I refused to be on 24-hour standby to deliver coffee to his customers, but an air of ennui has descended on him. 
He's spent the last couple of days sitting listlessly in the tumble dryer with Antony, with no real interest in anything. This is so unlike his usual enthusiastic, earnest self.
Oh dear. I shall have to try to think of something to cheer him up...