A PORTENTOUS EVENT GOES UNNOTICED

Driving home from the restaurant last night, in a (probably doomed) attempt to persuade Wilson to postpone his Weston Super Mare holiday until later in the year, I reminded him how cold and wet our holidays in Blackpool and Liverpool had been.

He countered my every point by saying how great those holidays had been in spite of the cold, wet and windy weather. 

Once he'd said, 'You know, New Dad, wherever we go, we have a brilliant time as long as we're together!' I knew I had lost my case...

This morning Uncle Zoltan received an official-looking letter in the post — he carried it off to his hive, probably in order to read it in private.