Choosing our tree...

It's much harder to choose an Xmas tree when one is accompanied by an anteater with such high standards. Our tree has to be perfect: it has to look perfect, smell perfect, be the perfect shape and size etc. I feel a bit Scrooge-like wishing it were the perfect price!


I had to put my foot down about cutting a hole in the ceiling to accommodate an extra-tall tree even though, as Wilson pointed out, 'it would decorate two rooms at once!'


Naturally, each tree-choosing trip includes lengthy a refreshments break. 

Xmas cards start to arrive

Wilson has received loads of Xmas cards from his family - his mum, Mrs Vermilingua and all his various half- and step-brothers and -sisters… even a couple from those stepfathers who have met him. 

All the cards are very similar (I don't suppose there's a lot of choice at the Drusillas Souvenir Shop) but I think W was touched to be remembered by them all.

Wilson posts his letter

Wilson's just been out to post his letter to Father Xmas…

He has received an email informing him that he has been unsuccessful in his application to carry the Olympic Torch. I expected him to be disappointed, but he's so caught up in preparations for Xmas he hardly paid it any attention; in fact I've half a suspicion he'd forgotten he even applied!

Wilson writes a Very Important Letter...

Wilson has written his letter to Father Xmas…

Keep Calm...

Home again, and Wilson realises that as well as receiving gifts he must give some too… so he's published this new Motivational Poster to raise some cash for his Xmas Present fund. Why not print it out and stick it up… somewhere?

Tea at the Apple Market

While we were at the Apple Market we had tea, and Wilson was delighted to see that the café stocked Ant Juice! (I can't imagine where they got that from, must be left-over stock at some food warehouse.) 

So, 'Xmas Bananas' washed down with Ant Juice - what could possible be better? Roll on Xmas!

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Apple Market

On the way back from Birmingham we visited London so I could take Wilson to the Apple Market at Covent Garden. He liked the buskers there and I had to stop him from doing some busking himself. 

He bought himself some 'Xmas Bananas' from the market, and assured me they were the 'loveliest and most delicious and altogether scrummiest' bananas he had ever eaten.