As promised, Wilson has just served up a Traditional Devonshire Clotted Cream Tea With Ant Jam, made to his mum Mrs Vermilingua's secret recipe. He said that it was her 'signature dish'.
However, I've just seen how the Ant Jam is made: W stands an open pot of strawberry jam in the middle of the lawn and waits until some ants discover it. Once thousands of ants have crowded into the jar, he screws the lid on and shakes it vigorously until it stops moving about on its own.
W was so proud of his jam that I felt I had to eat a little of it… but I think he might suspect I didn't enjoy it quite as much as I said I did. Maybe my body language gave me away.
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