Golf Champion!

As predicted, lunch was followed by a round of Crazy Golf, in which I was soundly beaten. As usual. 

If The Masters or the PGA Championship were for Crazy Golf, I think W might make the cut! He takes each hole very seriously, which is why a round with him takes so long to play. I always cross my fingers that we don't win a free round at the final hole!

For myself, I'd quite like to get home and see what date the bees have chosen for their wedding, but past experience has taught me that Wilson is not to be hurried.

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CHECK THIS OUT! 

What with the Bees' Wedding, March has been a very busy month for Wilson Vermilingua OBE!

I've just uploaded the latest monthly volume of Ant Wars II: March 2014 so you can catch up on anything you've missed.

Please tell all your friends, as it is Wilson's stated ambition for his life story to be, as he puts it, "As Popular as an engagement party with free food and drink and music."

You can download them or read them online at:

http://issuu.com/friendlydragon/docs/journal_mar_14   

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The wedding is ON!

I don't encourage Wilson to use the phone while we're eating, but during lunch he received a call from the bees saying that they'd completed their list of possible dates for their wedding. 

Billi-B started reading out the dates but he stopped her, saying that he had an 'extremely busy schedule for the rest of the day' but he would give the matter his 'full attention' as soon as he returned home.

After ending the call he turned to me and said, 'Better buy a hat, New Dad — the wedding is on!'

Typical day at the seaside...

The day started like most days spent at the seaside with Wilson. First we walked along the prom having a go on, or 'testing' as he prefers to call it, all the coin-operated rides.

Judging by previous experience, this will probably be followed by lunch, several ice-creams and a game of Crazy Golf.

Finally before we head home we may take a closer look at the sea, but I confidently predict there will be no paddling by the water-dodging Wilson.

1066 country!

The bees are STILL compiling a list of suitable dates for their wedding! I have no idea what's taking them so long — maybe they're into astrology and they're choosing auspicious days, or perhaps they're telephoning their relations to see when they're all free. 

I hope they don't come from big families — Wilson says that I am traditionally obligated to pay for all the catering and accommodation. 

Wilson made it clear to me that he was bored with waiting and, as the weather was sunny and warm, asked whether we could go to Hastings for the day.

I've lost count of the number of buckets and spades he's bought on our various holidays and days out, but only a new set would do for today! 

He won't always be little, so I like to indulge him while I can...

April Fool's Day

Today the bees are in the kitchen, still working on their Wedding Schedule. 

They've drawn up a long list of dates they think would be suitable, so Wilson can choose one that doesn't clash with anything on his busy agenda. 

Wilson, meanwhile, is once more working in the garden. He's a bit cross because he didn't think of any brilliant April Fool's Day pranks to play on me. He says that 1 April rather crept up on him, unexpectedly. 

If April 1st can take him by surprise, it does make me wonder how carefully he keeps his diary!

Everyone is very busy today...

The bees are in the dining room drawing up a list of possible wedding dates for Wilson's approval.

I keep setting the clocks to BST, but as fast as I do, W moves them back 30 minutes to British Average Time. He says that the benefits are too great to ignore…

Right now he's in the garden admiring his flowering cherry tree. I'm creeping round the house re-setting all the clocks.

British Average Time

I was surprised to turn on the wireless to listen to The Archers this morning to find I'd missed half of it. I mentioned it to Wilson, and he said that might be something to do with him.

He explained, 'When I adjusted the clocks last night, I put them forward just half an hour. That way, we need never adjust them again! We keep all the clocks half an hour slow in the summer, and half an hour fast in the winter. I call it British Average Time! Brilliant or what?'

There is a certain logic there, but I think I shall find it very confusing.

He's in the garden now, raking moss out of the lawn.