Fathers Day

Wilson burst into my bedroom shortly after dawn this morning to give me a paw-made [it's like hand-made, but harder to do] Fathers Day Card (in which he'd written that I was by quite a stretch the longest-lasting and most tolerant of all his many New Dads — I was very touched!), a Fathers Day fresh-cream cake and a pre-production pack of his new Name That Ant! game.

After opening my card and declining a slice of cake ('It looks delicious, Wilson, I'll have a slice at breakfast time!' 'You don't mind if I have a bit now, do you New Dad? I'll try not to get crumbs in your bed.') he explained the rules of Name That Ant! and we played several rounds. All of which I lost. 

It's a very difficult game, and unlike Top Trumps: Ants! you can't really guess. I'll ask him whether it's alright for me to show you how to play tomorrow…

W told me that he would be cooking Dinner for me tonight (Lasagne, his Mum, Mrs Vermilingua's secret recipe) and he'd bought me a special bottle of beer which we could share this afternoon.

I asked him whether Antony had given him anything for Fathers' Day — he said he didn't know yet because everyone else was still asleep.

Wilson how has his own Appreciation Society here: http://tinyurl.com/oloj6ck