16/03/2013

Red Nose Day


Yesterday was Red Nose Day, and Wilson insisted on keeping his Red Nose on all day, in spite of it pinching and being quite uncomfortable. He even wore it to bed last night. What a trooper! He says that his friends should text 'YES' to 70010 to give £10.
Antony said that his Red Nose hurt too, but W just told him he was being a baby…


15/03/2013

Wilson is reassured he's made the right decision


Cathy, one of Wilson's friends, has been in touch to say that Jersey is fabulous, and frankly a lot nicer than Worthing, so W is now sure that he's made the right decision. I just hope he doesn't change his mind again, as I'm quite excited. 
He's getting over the disappointing result of the Papal race. My own opinion, fwiw, is that he's well out of it, and I think he's beginning to see that there would have been a downside to his election. 
This morning's post brought a photo of Wilson's baby sister, Laura, from his mum. Hasn't she grown?! W was a bit miffed that she's not wearing the scarf he knitted for her, but as I pointed out, she is indoors.


14/03/2013

NEPOTISM!


Today is mild with a blue, cloudless sky… but Wilson's mood is far from sunny. 
He'd been watching ChimneyCam on Sky News last night when suddenly the screen filled with white smoke. From then on his eyes were glued to images of the Vatican balcony, waiting for the the red curtains to be rent asunder and the name of the new Pope announced. After much delay a cardinal appeared and proclaimed the name… and it was not Wilson's. 
W stormed up and down, saying 'This is nepotism gone mad! Every Catholic male in the world was eligible, and they choose one of their own! Even Bono's name was shortlisted. Bono!'
I tried to sooth him with a glass of Ant Wine (or Communion Ant Wine, as he's been calling it lately) but he was not to be placated, complaining 'They say this is the first Latin American Pope — is my own country, Costa Rica, not Latin American enough for them?' 
As he finally climbed into the tumble dryer for the night, he was still moaning. 'I would have been rich, what with the Papal Coffee concession and selling Indulgences!' 
Perhaps, I reflected to myself, that is why Wilson was not elected: the fact that he saw the Papacy ONLY as a business opportunity. 
Not that I would condemn him for that — he's ambitious and young, too young to be concerned with superstition and religion. Also, the skull-cap would have interfered with his ears.


12/03/2013

Wilson reveals our new destination!


Wilson reached nervously under the table and produced a holiday brochure for… Jersey! 
'Look, New Dad, I know it's not Worthing,' he gushed, 'but it does look quite nice. It hasn't got a pier, but it's got beaches and car parks and nearly everything else that Worthing has, and we can arrive in style by air or sea!'
'What changed your mind then?' I asked.
A smile broke over his face as he told me, 'It's got tunnels! I love tunnels!'


11/03/2013

Wilson gives it to me straight!


Wilson took me to our local, bought me a drink then sat opposite me looking awkward. He asked me several times whether my beer was alright, before finally taking a deep breath and blurting out his news.
'New Dad, I don't want to go to Worthing for our holiday!'
I raised my eyebrows quizzically, and he continued. 
'I know you're heart is set on a Worthing holiday, but I've found somewhere even better! I hope you're not too disappointed.'
I can't say I'm anything other than relieved, but I tried to arrange my face into an appropriate expression of despondency. 
It now remains only to see where W thinks is better than Worthing. It's a pretty long list, I would imagine!


10/03/2013

Bad news?


Wilson is still pumped about winning the Ant King title for the second year running, but he's also being quite thoughtful about something. 
He has brought me out for a drink as he wants to tell me something… and if he has to soften me up with alcohol it can only be something I'm not going to like…