STORAGE WARS

I finally plucked up the courage to ask Wilson where he'd put all the junk from his 'Museum' while it's being rebuilt – although I was careful not to use the word junk, obviously.

I had sensed that I wouldn't like the answer, and I was right.

He opened the dining room door and squeezed in – the door wouldn't open completely for some reason, so I just stuck my head round – and beheld a dreadful sight.

'I know what you're thinking, New Dad,' he said, 'but it's all right – all the boxes are properly labelled, so I'll know where everything is when I re-install the exhibits in the new museum!'

That is, in fact, very far from what I was thinking. 

What I WAS thinking was that we'd never be able to use the dining room again…