Doubles Luge

Today Wilson is practicing for the Doubles Luge with Polly-B. If you look carefully, you will see that everyone else is keeping well out of the way!

I can't see any way this doesn't turn out badly...

Bronze Medal for GB!

Wilson was very excited for the Women's Curling Team when they won Bronze following their earlier disappointment! 

However he has more pressing matters on his mind today: writing to Britain's Minister for Space Safety about the danger anteaters face from falling space debris. 

The problem he's having, however, is that there doesn't appear to be a Minister for Space Safety. 

Does anyone have any suggestions to whom he should address this vital missive?

Minister for Space Safety

When he came indoors after his time in the Shelter, Wilson was cold, damp and to be honest he smelled a bit dank and musty. I tried to get him to take a shower but he refused and this morning stood in the kitchen while Polly-B sprayed him all over with Febreze. 

He told me that the Shelter was a lot wetter than last time he used it in mid-summer, and he was thinking of installing a heater. And a pump. 

Also, he said, he'd had enough of these endless near-misses with stuff from space and was going to write a very stiff email to Britain's Minister for Space Safety demanding better defences. It was, he said, 'outrageous that innocent young anteaters should be forced to sit in cold, damp holes in the ground just because the Government can't get its act together space-debris-wise.'

European Space Agency statement

Late yesterday evening Wilson emerged from his Shelter after I assured him that Kosmos 1220 had burned up in the atmosphere. 

Over a cup of hot chocolate, seeking to reassure him, I read him a quote from Heiner Klinkrad, head of the ESA’s Space Debris Office, who said: “In the 56 years of spaceflight, some 15,000 tonnes of man-made space objects have re-entered the atmosphere without causing a single human injury to date.”

'Exactly!' W replied, 'HUMAN injury — no-one cares about we anteaters! It's an outrage!'

Kosmos-1220

When I came down to breakfast yesterday there was no sign of Wilson. Then I noticed a magazine cutting magnetted to the fridge door, together with a Post-It explaining that he was in the Asteroid Shelter. 

He is still there now. 

Meanwhile, plucky Polly-B is trying to calm a very nervous Antony and Tiny Toy, while the sTone Brothers say they don't want to die with door-handles glued on their heads. 

Which is understandable, I suppose. 

Wilson adjusts his runners...

Wishing to make the most of the sunshine, Wilson has decamped to the conservatory to fine-tune his sledge, assisted by his Olympic acolytes Polly-B and the sTone Brothers. Antony and Tiny Toy do not number among them due to their excessive nervousness and general timidity. 

I'm enjoying watching it on TV, but honestly I shall be relieved when the Winter Olympics is over and W can concentrate on less dangerous hare-brained schemes…