After dinner we retired to the Bar, and who should we meet there but Wilson's friend Mr Bob! Over a few drinks (a few too many, in W's case!), Wilson finally let slip what he's been up to while locked away in his Museum… although he swore us both to secrecy. All I can tell you is that it sounds very exciting… if a tad unlikely!
Tomorrow is Wilson's Birthday — although that has to remain our secret, so please don't mention it to anyone. It's vital that his Mum, Mrs Vermilingua, doesn't find out, or she may calculate his true age, and that, as he explained to me, 'Would be calamitous! All would be undone!'
This will be his first birthday away from home, so I've got a surprise planned for him which I hope he'll enjoy…
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