12/08/2017

HAPPINESS IS...

Someone once said, 'Happiness is candy-floss disappearing in your mouth.'

Someone else said, 'Without Candy floss there would be darkness and chaos.'


Yet another person said, 'I ate fibreglass insulation. It wasn't candy floss like the man said. Now my tummy itches.'


Be that as it may, Wilson's exertions on the Spongebob Squarepants machine have given him an appetite (or as he puts it, an Immediate Need) for nourishment in the form of Candy Floss [Cotton Candy].


I rushed off to buy him one while he recovered his breath on a bench. When I returned the irate (but admirably tenacious) seagull was already in heated conversation with Wilson. 


In truth, it was less a conversation than a list of demands. Well, just one demand, really: 'Give me your food! All of it!'


Tempted though I was to nip back and buy the seagull a candy floss of its own, I didn't really want to encourage it. 


Moreover, Wilson was arguing cogently and persuasively that the gull should not have any of his snacks, so I left them to their passionate negotiations...



11/08/2017

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS

No sooner had Wilson bested the hapless seagull who'd tried (unsuccessfully, of course) to relieve W of his Do-Nut, he spotted this game in the Amusement Arcade. 

'Mr Pants' as W calls him, is one of his favourite TV characters, so he was not about to miss an opportunity to play on this!


The thwarted seagull, meanwhile, paced up and down just outside, vowing to take revenge.


I have to say, this is the happiest I've seen Wilson since he returned from the zoo burdened with his bad news...



09/08/2017

SOMETHING IN THE AIR

As we began to stroll along the pier I pointed out all the interesting stuff we were passing, but Wilson gazed round listlessly without really seeing anything.

After a little while, however, his nose began to twitch as it detected the traditional smells of the seaside: burnt sugar and hot fat.


'If you feel like some doughnuts, New Dad,' he began, 'I could probably force one down. Just if you want some, though.'


A few minutes later we were happily working our way through a bag of half-a-dozen doughnuts.


I'm hoping we might have turned a corner here – for today at least...



07/08/2017

GRAND PIER

After a traditionally hearty Hotel Breakfast (two full-English vegetarians with extra beans and four quadruple-espressos – depression hasn't diminished Wilson's appetite) we set off for the sea front and Weston's Grand Pier.

Weston Pier is unusual in that it still charges admission, but I regard that as an investment – as money well spent. 


If a few hours on the slot machines, games and rides don't lift Wilson's spirits, I shall be very surprised.

 

06/08/2017

COMPLAINTS

Wilson was uncharacteristically quiet during the drive down to Weston, uttering the phrase, 'Are we there yet?' no more than 50 or 60 times.

When we arrived at our hotel he stalked grumpily round our room compiling a list of complaints which, he said, he would be sending to Trip Advisor as soon as he'd established a Wi-Fi connection.


His complaints came down to just two, really: 


     (1) there were no armchairs, only a huge chaise longue, and
     (2) his promised view of the sea was obstructed by a massive SkyView Ferris Wheel just outside.


I'll admit I was a bit surprised by the Ferris Wheel, but I think it might be fun waving to the passengers as they drift past our window.


As long as I'm not dressing at the time, obviously.


Anyway, I'm sure W will cheer up once he's got some ice-cream, seaside rock, doughnuts and toffee apples inside him...