Wilson, having spent much of yesterday checking under the beds in search of Dr Who Monsters but finding only dust-bunnies, is now pretty much recovered from his scare and his hangover.
After breakfast today he started on a new literary epic, which is a self-help book to be called 'Men are from Mars, Anteaters are from Costa Rica.'
This will by all accounts be a big seller since it will explain in meticulous detail all the nuances of human/anteater transactions and social interchange.
I suppose I'd better buy a copy myself, or I'll never hear the end of it…
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