Having spent quite a long time this morning sticking little paper decorations onto my socks, I privately think that Sockorations™® is a doomed concept, but at least it is far less expensive than some of Wilson's previous brainwaves and get-rich-quick schemes.
Anyway, while the boys were out a flat-back truck arrived bearing a large wooden crate – Wilson is constantly receiving mysterious shipments like this, so I went out to speak to the driver.
Unusually – uniquely, even – the delivery was for Nërp, so I called into the house to let him know a large package had arrived for him.
He hurried outside to sign for it and supervise the unloading – showing every sign of having been expecting this colossal consignment…
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