Wilson is a bit grumpy today, as he hasn't been invited to Ms Julia's 80s-themed Hen Night — he thinks as Best Man it is his duty to be there, and had laid out his Adam Ant costume in expectation of receiving a last-minute invitation.
Over breakfast today Wilson confessed that he'd made no progress in writing jokes about the 'Chasers' for the tv quiz show, and had decided instead to sell questions to Potato, the production company that makes The Chase.
He spent a long time ferrying all his Encyclopaedia Britannica volumes in from his 'museum' and stacking them in front of the tumble dryer, to which he has retired to 'study'.
I suspect The Chase's production department is about to be inundated with questions about and relating to... well, ants, but least while he's reading his encyclopaedias he's not reading that troublesome copy of New Scientist.
I'd take it away from him, but when he's not reading it he hides it from me, knowing I don't like him reading that particular issue.
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