Before he went to bed last night, I had a brief chat with Wilson on his return from his first evening of carol singing. He said that his schedule of house visits had turned out to be a bit optimistic, and that people didn't care for his Rate Card of suggested donations.
In spite of being out all evening, he managed to visit only three houses! At the first house there was no reply (although W suspects they were hiding under the table and just pretending to be out); at the second house everyone was very appreciative, but gave him only £1.50; and at the third house the door was opened by an old lady who invited him and his choir in and gave them all mince pies and hot chocolate in front of a log fire.
'She was a very nice old lady,' Wilson conceded, 'and we spent a couple of hours with her, chatting. But as we were leaving she handed each of us tuppence and a Liquorice Allsort. I'm never going to get rich like that!'
His total night's takings, then, amounted to £1.62 and six liquorice sweets which no-one wanted to eat.
I don't know whether he intends going out again tonight as he's still in bed at the moment, recovering.
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