THE HOLIDAY CURE

Following yesterday's game of Exploding Kittens, Wilson immediately retired to his bed in the tumble dryer. I found him still there this morning, dozing with his head hanging uncomfortably out of the door.

I called out, 'Wilson? Are you awake?'

'No.' he replied. 'Go away.'

'I know you've been having a horrible time,' I persisted, 'but I was just wondering whether a nice holiday might cheer you up? Somewhere warm and sunny?'

He opened his eyes warily, and enquired, 'A holiday where? New York? Tokyo? The Bahamas?'

I swallowed before replying, 'Well, I was thinking more of Weston Super Mare...'

'Okay,' he replied – in a not altogether enthusiastic tone of voice – 'I suppose...'

I hope that once he's thought about this he might come round to the idea.

When I returned a few minutes later, W appeared to be asleep again, so I just popped a Weston Super Mare Holiday Guide into the dryer and crept away...