Since there has been no sign of the Police, Immigration Department, UK Border Force or any other official body checking up on him, Wilson has finally judged it safe for him and his brother Byron to emerge from the Brexit Shelter and resume life above ground – albeit, he spends quite a lot of time looking nervously over his shoulder, and always checks the spy-hole before opening the front door.
W is finding it very difficult to get warm after his chilly subterranean sojourn and insists on wearing a shawl until his body temperature returns to normal – a process he is encouraging by consuming copious amounts of very hot coffee laced with gin.
During their time underground there was much opportunity for thinking and talking, and Byron spoke at length about a subject close to his heart – Modern Art – reminiscing fondly about our visit to the Turner Contemporary Gallery in Margate last year.
Wilson has told me that these chats have given him a Brilliant Idea to generate some income – just to tide him over until orders for his BorisBoard®™ start to pour in.
He hasn't told me what the idea is, but obviously, I'm expecting the worst…
Mole has just returned, covered in mud, to pass on a message from Wilson!
Unused to being the centre of attention, he was breathless with excitement, and Dave and Neil also basked in their new-found fame.
Eventually, Mole gathered his thoughts and, taking a deep breath, finally relayed Wilson's message:
'He says he'll think about it.'
Not quite the message I'd hoped for, but positive nonetheless.
Anteaters are not intended to live underground for extended periods of time, so I'm hopeful that he'll risk emerging from his sanctuary soon.
I'll pop out in a minute and waft some freshly-brewed coffee with marshmallows fumes outside the entrance to the Shelter, and I might mention that the next episode of Star Trek: Picard is available – maybe that will do the trick…
This morning I sent Mole the Mole out to the Asteroid Shelter (AKA Brexit Shelter) to inform Wilson and Byron that there had be no sign of, nor communication from, the UK Border Force or the Immigration Department, and perhaps it was safe for them to come out now.
Dave the Pig and Neil the Sloth kept Mole company – not for anything they could contribute to the situation, but neither of them gets out much, and I thought the fresh air might do them good…
