CURLING

There was a heavy frost this morning, so after watching a lot of Olympic Curling on tv Wilson and Nërp went into the garden to look for the sTone Brothers.

The Bees, equipped with tiny brooms, acted as 'sweepers' while sTony complained loudly about the indignity of being used as a Curling Stone. 

Judging by the expression in sToneye's eye, I'd guess he feels pretty much the same way...

I don't know the proper name of the Target thing Wilson has painted on the patio, but I hope it wears off before too long. 

On the other hand, The Bees are making quite a nice job of sweeping up!

When the sTone Brothers finally convinced Wilson to end the game, he came into the house and enquired whether the Postman had been. I replied that there was one letter addressed to him. He held out his paw and took it from me with a sigh. 

Tearing open the envelope he showed me the Valentine Card inside – it's what he calls his Annual Pity Card: an anonymous Valentine from his Mum, Mrs Vermilingua.

Perhaps one year he'll receive the Valentine Card he craves – from Ms Caroline Katz, or Ms Claudia Winkleman... or maybe even from a nice girl anteater...