HOMECOMING

It was late by the time we arrived home and everyone had gone to bed except for Polly and Billi. Oh, and Diesel the Goldfish, but he was at least half asleep.

Wilson immediately examined the newly-equipped and -decorated kitchen and announced that it was broadly to his satisfaction, although he'd have to make a few adjustments. Obviously.

He handed the bees what remained of his seaside rock, telling them not to share it with the others because of the risk of diabetes.

Then he gave an immense and protracted yawn before asking for an update on what had happened while we were away. While he was being filled in his eyelids began to droop… and he fell asleep… standing up. I've never seen anyone do that before!

I carried him gently to the tumble dryer and popped him in for the night — there'll be plenty of time for him to catch up on what he's missed in the coming days…