Last night Wilson stayed up late to watch the Orionid Meteor Shower — it peaked a few days ago, but he only found out about it yesterday.
He sat in the garden in a deckchair, (within easy reach of his Asteroid Shelter, just in case!) staring at the sky, accompanied by the sTone Brothers who said they would be there anyway, and in any event had nothing better to do.
At 10:30 I went out with a blanket and a mug of hot chocolate for him, but he was sound asleep and snoring, so I carried him gently indoors and popped him into the tumble dryer for the night.
Over breakfast this morning I asked whether he'd seen any meteors.
He answered my question with a question of his own: 'Do meteors travel in threes, quite slowly, and flash? And make a droning sound?'
'I'm not an astronomer,' I replied, 'but I'm pretty sure they don't.'
'Oh,' he replied with a shrug. 'Then it was probably just the EasyJet flight to Perugia that I saw...'
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