NO IMPROVEMENT

Wilson is still sitting in the tumble dryer, looking desperately sad.

I asked Polly if she could cheer him up, or find out what's wrong, but neither she nor Billi could gain any insight. 

Apparently W told them, 'Please don't waste your time trying to cheer me up – there's nothing you could say that would help.'

I hope I won't have to force open the tumble dryer door and take W to the animal psychiatrist again...