SHOWER SCENE

Following the fireworks experiments, everyone involved is covered in soot, ash and smuts, and generally in need of a long, hot shower.

Byron is in the bathroom showering – he trotted off good as gold as soon as I suggested it. He’s a lovely lad!

Wilson, on the other hand, ran outside and locked himself inside his Museum, refusing to come out until I lifted the threat of a shower. 

After about half an hour, he sent me a message saying that he had been ‘Starved into submission’ and was now ‘willing to negotiate – under duress.’ 

The compromise on which we have agreed is that he pops into the village to buy some ‘Dry Shampoo’ which he assures me is ‘Just as good as ordinary shampoo – probably even better!’ but avoids him having to get wet.

Nërp is worried about short-circuiting and/or going rusty if he gets wet, so the bees are brushing him down in the kitchen.