Wilson returned from his leaf-hunting expedition with less of a leaf collection, more of an indoor compost heap. There are creepy things coming out of it and crawling under the sofa! I tried to protest, but he said each leaf had some special character or quality that he needed to study.
I have insisted that it be moved from the living room and into the Wilson Vermilingua OBE Museum of Old Stuff and A Robot, but W says it will be too cold for him to work out there. He went off muttering about how he's certain Richard Attenborough never had to put up with this when he was a child… I expect he means David.
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