St Valentine's Day took Wilson by surprise this morning, when a crop of envelopes landed on the doormat. Most of his mail proved to be identical Valentine cards from his family, but there was one mystery card.
'This is the third time this has happened!' W exclaimed fractiously. 'I really don't have the time for this… I must get on with my Survival Shelter.'
'What Survival Shelter?' I enquired.
'I'm building an asteroid-proof underground bunker in the back garden. There will be room for me, Antony and a supply of ants and ant juice. Antony's toy will have to remain outside, unfortunately.'
'And where will I be?' I asked, although I think I already knew the answer.
Wilson looked me up and down. 'You're very large, New Dad, you won't fit in the shelter. I think your best bet will be to remain outside, sit under the dining room table and hope for the best. Perhaps you could take care of Antony's toy while you're there.'
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