To stave off the ennui and anticlimax following our holiday, we visited a garden centre for a look round and a cup of coffee. While we were there, Wilson spotted some very small Easter Island Heads.
He examined them closely, while I held my breath, hardly daring to hope…
'These are cool!' W suddenly announced, 'and we'll be able to afford lots of them!'
I wasted no time in loading several of the heads onto a trolley and whisking them off to the checkout.
Before I paid, I extracted a promise from Wilson that as soon as we got the heads home, he would telephone Readymix and cancel the six tons of concrete. He agreed, on one condition…
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