Wilson gets very 'tired'

As I suspected, after a three-course meal with wine and a couple of gins, Wilson was 'too tired' to walk home and insisted on being carried. 

He was sound asleep throughout the walk back to the hotel and for the climb up to our room, and when I laid him gently on the bed I hoped he'd sleep peacefully until morning. He was woken, however, by plaintive (though muffled) calls of 'Are we nearly there yet?' coming from the brown paper bag.

He immediately sat bolt upright, grabbed the bag and tipped its contents out onto the bed — revealing Antony and TT, both looking quite fractious. 

I'm not sure that sugar is the best thing to give to over-excited soft toys, but W handed them a stick of rock, saying it would calm them down. 

The point of putting them in the brown paper bag in the first place had been to calm them down, but I suppose we could hardly have left them there until morning…