Wilson didn't come in last night, but spent all night working in his Museum. I still don't know what he's up to, but I could see him moving about in there, and there were occasional nerve-grating noises of rusty metal scraping against rusty metal.
I may not know what he's working on, but I do recognise the signs that he's becoming obsessed by something! If the weather's as nice tomorrow as it is today I'm going to insist we go out for a ride in the car to take his mind off whatever it is.
I'll try to think of somewhere he'll be interested to go…
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