The New Archbishop of Canterbury

Wilson is pretty disappointed not to have been appointed the new Archbishop of Canterbury. He had a Judaeo-Christian upbringing from his mum, Mrs Vermilingua, although he admits he is now more Flying Spaghetti Monsterist than Christian. However, he had always believed this to be an Equal Opportunity country.

Still, perhaps it's for the best. He confessed that, in spite of a lot of practicing, he had fears of being unable able to keep the hat on. He would be mortified if it fell of while he was celebrating Mass, say, or during an important bit of a Royal Wedding.

The Paw of Friendship

Wilson, distressed by the footage he's seen on the TV news, has decided to reach out the Paw of Friendship to Greece. 

He's sending a parcel of money, about V2,000,000, to the prime minister, Antonis Samaras, saying that he is prepared to send a lot more… providing Mr Samaras can send him a few Pounds Sterling in advance so he can buy some more printer ink. He says he won't be accepting Euros or, unsurprisingly, V-notes.

It's a generous gesture, but I can't see this bailing out the Greek economy…

Meanwhile, Antony's chief concern is not being accidentally included in the parcel.

Don't Panic!

Wilson was very sad to learn of the death of Clive Dunn, "Cpl Jones" in Dad's Army. 

After Frasier and The Jeremy Kyle Show, Dad's Army is one of his favourite shows. He specially loved Sargent Wilson and Private Pike.

I think the only cast member still surviving is that 'Stupid Boy' Ian Lavender…

Wilson has a long and worrying night

Wilson took the radio to bed with him in the tumble dryer last night, and stayed awake listening to the US Election coverage on Radio 5's Up All Night. 

I was awoken by him just after 6am when he crawled into bed beside me and said, 'It's okay, it's NOT Mr Mick (sic) Romney!' Then he immediately sank into a deep sleep, and in fact he's still asleep in my bed now. 

Fireworks and Election

There's been so much coverage of the US Election on tv that Wilson thought we would be voting in it. I explained that it was only Americans who could vote, and he said he was frightened of Mr Mick (sic) Romney, adding that he didn't trust people who had Invisible Friends that told them what to do. 

I couldn't help casting a glance at Antony, and W exploded: 'What do you expect?!' he shouted. 'I'm five years old, I'll grow out of it! And anyway, Hello? Antony's not invisible! He's right here, and he can hear, you know!'

Our bonfire party passed without incident or injury, and W really enjoyed it. When I was young I thought I'd NEVER grow too old or too jaded to love fireworks… 

But they were fine, and it was lovely seeing the wonder and excitement in W's eyes. 

I had a bit of an upset tummy this morning -- I expect it's due to an excess of pumpkin. And ants.

November 5th - Bonfire Night!

Wilson is very excited about our Fireworks tonight. He had wanted to go to the processions at Lewes, but I don't think that is an appropriate place for a five-year-old -- I'm not a totally irresponsible parent!

Anyway, we've built the bonfire together in the back garden and now W is making a list of the order in which the fireworks should be lit. 

After that he's starting on the food, which will apparently feature both Pumpkin and Ants heavily.

Fireworks display

Last night Wilson and I went to a local firework display, which we both really enjoyed. 

We'll set off our own fireworks in the back garden on the traditional date of the 5th of November. Weather permitting. 

W has agreed to lay on a Guy Fawkes Night barbecue on the patio.