Before Wilson went to stay with his Mum, Mrs Vermilingua, I promised him that when he returned we'd go on holiday to somewhere nice.
Right now he's in the living room, sipping a 901 Blue (whatever that is) while watching The Travel Channel, deciding where he'd like to go.
I hope he's not too disappointed when he finds out that I've already booked us into a hotel in Newquay!
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