Whereas someone else (ie a ‘normal’ person) might see Goat Yoga on tv and think, ‘Goat Yoga? That’s REALLY weird!’, Wilson immediately thinks: ’Pig Yoga starring Dave the Pig!’…
I guess that’s the difference between an ordinary person and an entrepreneur who needs to become a millionaire ASAP!
Having visited a Goat Yoga website – https://www.facebook.com/goatyoga/ – Wilson has learned that it appears to be available only in the USA, and that all the Baby Goat classes are sold out.
Clearly, therefore, there must be a massive gap in the market for Baby Pig Yoga in England!
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Today is World Random Act Of Kindness Day, so Wilson will be giving all his friends a pre-launch opportunity to buy tickets for what he is calling his ‘amazing new enterprise’ – but not, I imagine, a discount on the ticket price!
Full details soon!
Over breakfast this morning, Wilson informed me that the Virtual Currency Bubble has Burst – whatever that means – and henceforward Nërp will be deployed to other, non-mining duties.
I'm a bit relieved to hear that, and I imagine Nërp is, too! I hope 'other duties' might involve light housework, hanging out the washing and a bit of weeding...
Of course, the downside of this is that W is now looking for another 'sure-fire, can't-fail and arguably legal Get-Rich-Quick scheme’ – he's in the living room at the moment, with a Slushy and a pack of Ant Wafers while watching Sky News.
That should keep him out of trouble for a little while!
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...
The customary tranquility of our household is being disturbed by an acrimonious disagreement.
Nërp has taken the children into the garden and is distracting them by giving them rides on his shoulders, so they don't witness the furious altercation taking place between Wilson and Uncle Zoltan.
Uncle Z has just announced his intention to set up in business as an Agony Aunt, and Wilson is understandably incensed because that was originally his idea!
Uncle Z counters, 'You had your chance, dear boy, and you just couldn't hack it!'
I think what is irking W most is Uncle Z's catchy marketing line:
Auntie Zoltan:
offering helpful advice from A–Z
Nërp may have missed out on the Humour and Fun Modules, but he's got a very good MP3 player and sound system!
He has been playing a lot of Beatles and David Bowie for Wilson and the children – and simultaneously showing Music Videos on his chest-screen.
What with him also being able to perform small tasks around the house, I'm quite enjoying having him here – he's even better than a Juke Box – and I've always wanted a Juke Box!
