To pass the time while waiting to hear from the Pope, Wilson has got round to repairing the hole in the ceiling.
He told me a couple of days ago that in his Museum he had 'the very perfect thing' to repair the hole. I was expecting an offcut of plasterboard [drywall], but what he used was a Rupert the Bear Xmas Annual… and he's hot-glued it to the ceiling, so there's little chance of taking it down.
I tried to conceal my surprise when he showed me the finished job, but he sensed something was wrong.
'I know it's unusual, using a book,' he explained, but it's like a Conversation Piece — and anyway, by the time it's been up there for a year or two, no-one will even notice it any more.'
'Hmmm…' I replied, but he wasn't quite finished.
'Anyway, don't knock it, New Dad — that was one of my BEST Rupert books!'
I think that, as far as he's concerned, the hole has been repaired and matter is now closed…
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