Wilson strikes gold. Almost.

Today Wilson returned from his regular round of the charity shops with a bulging carrier bag and a big smile. 

'Did you get any socks?' I asked him.

'Well. I thought I'd struck gold,' he replied. 'There was this charity shop with a big "One Day Only" sock event — but they'd sold out by the time I got there. 

'However…' He opened the carrier bag and withdrew a big fluffy bee, 'I did get this! I shall call her Polly, and she will be all the things that the real Polly was not!'

I imagine he means cuddly, affectionate and uncomplaining.