I'd forgotten that today was Fathers' Day until Wilson woke me with the traditional Fathers' Day gift: breakfast in bed. My breakfast consisted of a bowl of W's 'best free-range ants' and a cup of freshly-roasted ant coffee.
Some of the ants did escape into my bed, but W has promised he'll have cleared them out by the time I retire tonight.
He also gave me a very nice manicure set. The gift card with it said:
'Happy Father's Day, New Dad. If you don't like this I could use it as my claws could do with a bit of a groom. From your loving New Son, Wilson Vermilingua OBE. XXX.'
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