Wilson thought today, 'Good Saturday' as he refers to it, was the day he got his chocolate eggs.
To make up for his disappointment, I took him and Antony into the village to meet the Easter Bunny.
I could tell W was shocked as soon as he saw the rabbit's size — his grip on my hand tightened, his eyes widened and he repeatedly told little Antony, 'There's nothing to be scared of, everything will be fine. I hope.'
I tried to reassure them both, but barely a few minutes after arriving Wilson told me that we should be getting back home.
He explained that he had a lot to do what with the start of British Summertime [Daylight Saving] and the University Boat Race all happening tomorrow.
'Also,' he added, 'I must dash off a letter to Father Eastermas to confirm that I've been a very good boy throughout the year, and I don't want to miss the mail collection!'
Wilson is in the kitchen making his 'signature dish' of Easter Fruit Pizza.
He insists that Fruit Pizza is his own invention, though I think he's mistaken in that, and Google confirms my opinion.
However, his recipe probably IS unique to him: the pizza base is generously covered in Cornish Clotted Cream, then smothered with fresh fruit, decorated with Creme Eggs and finally garnished with a (very) generous sprinkling of ants.
Most of the boys are with him, 'helping' with the recipe...
I'd like to apologise for the lateness of this post, which was unavoidably delayed by a catastrophic computer problem.
Thanks to those very nice people at AppleCare I'm now up and running again, and I hope things are back to normal.
Although as Wilson's friend Ms Viv pointed out, in the Wonderful World of Wilson, 'Normality' is a very relative term.
Anyway, Easter rather crept up on W this year, so I had to drive him to the shops so he could choose chocolate eggs for the rest of his family.
And hint to me which one's he'd like to receive himself.
Obviously!
The result of the Australian Grand Prix appears to be that Wilson and the boys all had way too much to drink while watching the race.
Wilson and Antony are sleeping off their overindulgence in the living room, while the sTone Brothers are having a breath of fresh air in the garden.
Meanwhile, The Bees have gathered up all the youngsters and put them to bed with a big dose of Royal Jelly and a bit of a talking-to about underage drinking and being led-on by people who really ought to know better.
I should probably have a word with W about his drinking...
The Australian GP starts about 5am UK time, so Wilson was up very early, together with all the boys, to watch.
He's carried a TV out into the garden so he can see the race while eating snacks at his F1 Racing Engine Coffee Table.
If he gets through all those tinnies of Fosters before the race ends, he'll be wasted for the rest of the day...
