At teatime yesterday I asked Wilson, 'Stands the Church Clock at Ten to Three? And is there Honey Still for Tea?'
Err, no. There wasn't. Apparently Polly had had a bad day and there wasn't enough honey to go round. In fact, there wasn't any honey at all. Wilson has confessed that he is 'Mystified.'
But he is not discouraged: he answered the door this morning and the postman handed him a large 'To Be Signed For' envelope. He scurried off to the tumble dryer to open it in private.
I expect I shall be told of its contents in due course…
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