Homecoming

I collected Wilson from the Digital Detox Clinic last night, and we had a very emotional reunion! 

Once he was home I cooked his favourite meal (from his Mum, Mrs Vermilingua's secret recipe) Ant Lasagne with Extra Ants, and we discussed what he'd learned during his Detox.

Apparently the Head Nurse, a Miss Mildred Ratched RCN, was very upfront with all the residents, telling them that in a week there was no hope of de-addicting any them from The Internet, so instead there would be a series of lectures on Safe Internet Usage. 

These covered such topics as, How Not To Be Groomed, How Not To Be Phished, How Not To Get Into Trouble With Your Parents' VISA Card While Online, How Not To Find You've Bought A Mail-Order Bride etc. All very useful stuff for a 21st Century Anteater. 

Apart from that, it seems they all sat around playing 'Name That Ant!' for cash (as a result of which Wilson now has a very tidy bank balance) and watching a Swedish supernatural/police procedural tv series called 'Jordscott.' 

I don't know whether or not that was appropriate viewing, but having to read the subtitles was good practice for some of the slower animals.

W also had time enough to have an idea for a 'Totes Brill Cannot Fail' new moneymaking business venture, which will apparently involve him renting an empty shop in the village…