WILSON RETURNS

This morning, to my surprise, a taxi drew up outside – the driver rang at the front door and explained that he had a small anteater on board whom he'd just brought from the zoo, and requested me to pay the fare. 

While I was paying the cabbie, Wilson walked slowly into the house, head down and wearing a troubled expression.

'Welcome home, Wilson!' I exclaimed, 'I've really missed you! How's your Mum?'

'Do you mean Mrs V?' he asked bleakly. 'She's fine.'

'And Byron? Andrea? Are they all well? Any new brothers or sisters?'

Without replying, Wilson simply made his way slowly to the Utility Room, where he climbed into his tumble dryer, drawing the door closed after him.

Something is very wrong, and I've no idea what it might be – I'll have a word with Polly to see if she can elicit any information from him. 

I hate seeing him so upset when I'm powerless to help...