There was no sign of Wilson when I got up this morning, but I found a scribbled note left on the dining table:
'Check the news from Russia – it's started! I'm in the bunker.
'Please look after Antony's toy as best you can.
'Thank you for everything, New Dad.
'Love,
'Wilson Vermilingua OBE.
'PS If you're not killed, please come and get me when the danger has passed. XXX'
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