At first I feared, now the house is full of cardboard boxes containing the displaced exhibits from his Museum, Wilson was going to ask me to move into the crate and live there, but I was relieved to learn that the van
Nërp removed one of the crate's end panels and we all trooped in to see what had been delivered – once the protective wrapping had been stripped away, several beautiful and expensive-looking glass display cases stood revealed.
'Vitrines!' Wilson exclaimed, 'They're called Vitrines – aren't they fab?'
'Were they very, um, expensive?' I enquired – Wilson replied that they were worth every penny.
Honestly, it's not the pennies I'm worried about, so much as the pounds – I expect I shall find out exactly how worried I should be once my VISA bill arrives…
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