As we made our way back to the car park — Wilson asking me whether I'd like his autograph now he was a racing driver, me insisting that he could NOT drive the car home — he suddenly fell silent.
I followed his gaze to the pavement display of a junk/antique shop.
'I have GOT to have that!' he exclaimed, dragging me over to see what had caught his eye. 'It will be perfect for putting up all the bees' friends and relations over the wedding!'
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