I suffered a brief moment of panic when I couldn't find Wilson this morning, but he was in the garden saying goodbye to the sTone Brothers — he hasn't run away from home and he has accepted his fate.
He's got a lot less packing with him than when he goes on holiday — in fact it's all fitted inside his "Hi Wilson!"™ Gym Bag. He's taking his Tiny Clanger knitting pattern and some wool, in case there's anyone at the Camp who can help him with his casting-on.
He'd also packed his iPad 'just in case!' but I confiscated that.
After a tearful farewell to everyone we set off for the Digital Detox Camp.
Once I'd settled him in and helped him unpack I kissed him goodbye and promised him that if he got a good report we'd go on holiday together somewhere nice as soon as he returned home.
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