Everything is not QUITE as bleak as it seemed yesterday — the Bees did manage to salvage what tomatoes they could, although I'd be surprised if three tomatoes is enough to warrant a Pick Your Own Tomatoes event.
Especially as they've already been picked.
But Wilson has a very positive, can-do attitude to life, and this morning he went out in the garden to open the massive crate which everyone has been referring to as The Obelisk.
There has been much speculation as to its contents, but I don't think anyone expected to see a huge coin-operated weighing machine.
'It was for the Pick Your Own Tomato Farm,' W explained. 'Customers would be weighed as they came in and again as they left, just to make sure they hadn't illicitly eaten any tomatoes while they were here. I shall have to think of something else to do with it now, 'cos I hired it for the rest of the summer.'
Later I heard Wilson phoning his half-brother Byron to invite him over. He said that due to 'unforeseen circumstances' his plans had changed, but he'd had an even better idea, and would definitely need Byron's help with it.
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