Wilson has taken a day off from sock-shopping so he can play with his new toy, Polly.
Antony, it must be said, is a bit wary of Polly. He probably feels threatened by her presence, having been effectively an 'only child' for so long then suddenly being faced with a rival for Wilson's affection... but I'm sure it will all work out in the end.
I'm pleased to see that my guitar has been brought in from the Wilson Vermilingua OBE Museum of Old Stuff and a Robot — I'd like Wilson to have a proper hobby, to distract his mind from constant thoughts of financial acquisition…
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