Today is HM The Queen's Official 90th Birthday, and the day of Street Parties up and down the country. Probably.
Wilson was up much of the night making more fairy cakes as he and Byron had eaten all those he baked yesterday.
However, by a happy coincidence today is also National Gin Day, and he has plentiful supplies of that.
I understand the Queen is partial to a gin or two (certainly her late sister and mother both were) so it's an entirely appropriate tipple for the party.
W told me that after a couple of Gin Cocktails no one would notice the lack of food, but I popped into Waitrose in the village and bought some extra snacks anyway — I don't want the little ones drinking too much with nothing to soak it up.
Also Diesel the Goldfish is a bit of an unknown quantity once there's gin in his water...
What with all the unpleasantness and disappointment surrounding his OBE, Wilson is not a great Royalist... but he is also not one to willingly pass up the chance of a party!
Therefore he has put aside his differences with the Royal Family and is now preparing to hold a Street Party tomorrow, the Queen's Official 90th Birthday.
He's busy in the kitchen with the Bees, cooking some red, white and blue Fairy Cakes... while trying to balance his Chef's Hat on his head!
I let Wilson and Byron stay up late last night to watch the launch of the new series of Big Brother.
Byron said he'd never seen anything like it in his entire life, and humanity has gone down in his estimation!
Anyway, they both had a bit of a lie-in this morning, but after breakfast they popped into the village to collect their leaflets from the Printer and started handing them out to the tomato-eating public.
I just hope W's publicity doesn't peak too soon — so far he hasn't actually got ANY tomatoes, and I think it will be some weeks before his crop is ripe and ready to pick...
Wilson and Byron are working on the iMac, designing a flyer and business card for the PYO Tomato Farm.
Apart from a minor disagreement about fonts (resolved by them both sticking their tongues out as far as they would go) they're playing together nicely.
There has been no further mention of tongue-extending exercises nor of 'stretching devices' and I am certainly not about to raise the subject!
While settling an argument by means of a 'Who's Got The Longest Tongue' ant eating competition in the garden, I overheard Byron remark that, even for a human, I appeared to have an unusually short tongue.
Well really — I can confidently state for the record that I've never had any complaints!
So I was shocked when Wilson replied that he had been worried about it for some time, though he hadn't liked to mention it to me for fear of hurting my feelings.
Byron suggested that I might benefit from some tongue-stretching exercises.
W agreed, and said that if they didn't work, he would devise some kind of tongue stretching apparatus for me to wear at night.
I REALLY don't like the sound of this!
