Inconsolable

Wilson is still in his bed, brooding about Joni. 

I tried to console him by telling him that she too despises Bob Dylan; W replied she had 'probably heard his Xmas Album.'

What with Halloween, Guy Fawkes Night and Xmas there is so much for W to look forward to in the coming weeks. 

I'll try to snap him out of his desolation by taking him firework shopping later.