We had a lovely dinner in a restaurant almost opposite the hotel.
Wilson had an omelette (with ants which he'd smuggled in) which he shared with Antony, and I had a delicious pasta dish.
The day had been altogether too much for Tiny Toy, though, who fell fast asleep on the table.
This is just as well because, to be honest, I do feel a bit stupid ordering food for a tiny stuffed toy.
I'm happy to do it for Wilson's sake, but I do get some odd looks from the waiting staff…
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