AND IS THERE HONEY STILL FOR TEA?

As soon as we got home, Polly and Billi The Bees took Wilson into the dining room, where they sat him down with a plate of buttered toast with honey, famed, apparently, for its restorative powers. 

In spite of the heat, Polly insisted on draping a warm blanket round W’s shoulders, ‘For the shock.’  

Wilson, surrounded by only his closest confidantes, took a small bite of toast and honey, and smiled bravely.

Even Uncle Zoltan showed up – he toyed awkwardly with his top hat for a minute, before walking up to W and announcing, ‘Terrible business, old chap. Terrible. Sympathise, dont’cha know. Still, stiff upper lip, what?’ before he walked away shaking his head, and leaving a trail of footprints in the butter…