Wilson sat opposite me in the kitchen, gazing at his medal… but I've known him long enough to know he had something on his mind. I asked him what he was thinking, and he looked a little uncomfortable.
'Look, New Dad,' he started, 'My Medal, my BDC, is wonderful, and I feel really honoured…'
'But?' I encouraged him.
'But, you did promise me a holiday if my Report from the Digital Detox Clinic was good! And in many ways, it was good! Quite good.' he continued.
'You're right,' I agreed, 'I did promise that, and your Report was pretty good. Considering.'
'Well, I've made a list!' he said, pushing a note towards me.
I read it aloud. 'New York… Venice… Paris… Costa Rica…'
He nodded enthusiastically.
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