23/01/2016

FURBRUARY

As Wilson finished his breakfast, he elaborated on his Good Idea at some length.

Furbruary will, he explained, be an Awareness Month for Furry Animals — mostly Anteaters and Sloths, but also including ALL furry animals. Even cats and dogs.


'Oh,' he added, 'and Elephants — elephants aren't really furry, but they're wise and adorable! And they're a bit hairy in parts.'


So that's it then. I imagine there will be a lot of signing of Animal Cruelty petitions taking place during Furbruary...



22/01/2016

WILSON'S NEW VISION

I persuaded Wilson to wait until I was properly awake before fully explaining his Good Idea to me, so over breakfast he finally laid out his plan.

'You know about Stoptober, don't you, New Dad?'


I nodded, checking with him, 'That's when people stop smoking, isn't it?'


'Yes,' he replied. 'Movember — the no-shaving month? And of course Dry January?'


'Of course!' I confirmed.


'Veguary?'


'Is that your idea?' I asked, 'Veguary? Does everyone just Veg Out until February? That sounds BRILLIANT!'


'No no no!' he exclaimed testily, 'Veguary is ALREADY a thing — it's when people turn vegetarian for a month! Although, your idea is quite appealing — I wish I'd thought of it! Anyway, my idea is FURBRUARY!'



20/01/2016

A GOOD IDEA

Wilson was so upset that I let him sleep in my bed last night. 

He sobbed himself to sleep, and as I drifted off I resolved to phone the vet in the morning to enquire about grief counselling for him.


Suddenly at around 2 am I felt something poking into my ear — it was the tip of W's snout as he whispered loudly, 'New Dad! Are you awake, New Dad?'


Rousing myself to full wakefulness, I replied, 'What? What's the matter? Are you alright?'


'I didn't wake you, did I?' he asked. 'Well never mind, because I've just had a good idea!'


On past experience, a 'Brilliant' idea is a plan that might (but sadly, won't) make him rich and famous, while a 'Good' idea is some labour-saving wheeze or plan for the general good of mankind...



19/01/2016

A PERIOD OF MOURNING

Wilson spent much of yesterday evening and this morning staring morosely out of the window at the puddle which is all that now remains of his snowman.

Occasionally he'll say, 'I loved that little guy...'  and sigh.


Honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd hung a black crepe bow at the front door and covered the mirrors. Or at least started wearing a black arm-band.


The Bees are being very supportive to W at this difficult time, constantly plying him with hot chocolate and ant cookies, and telling him that they're 'sorry for his loss', but because of his resemblance to an undertaker, I've asked Uncle Z to remain outside.



18/01/2016

THAW...

Wilson had to work fast to get even a tiny snowman built, as the snow was quickly melting all around him...


17/01/2016

SNOW DAY

Wilson's recent disappointments — his failure to discover any new elements or to snag a Product Placement contract — were quickly forgotten today, when we awoke to see: SNOW!

Until very recently it's been unseasonably mild here, so no-one was expecting this. It's still just above zero, so W ran out into the garden to make the most of the snow before it all melted away.


The sTone Brothers kept him company, but Polly and Billi wouldn't allow the children out in the cold air...