I recently went hiking and not until over a week later did I realise that I’d forgotten to take my old mate L.B. Wilson with me. As a result, I’ve been feeling quite guilty, like a fielder who’s dropped a catch. The truth is though that little Leo’s never been the same since my wife, when vacuuming, hit the CD storage facility that he resides in and as a result of the fall, decapitated him! Though an attempt at reconstructive surgery was made, Leo’s future has long been in the balance. Combine Leo’s injury with the fact that I’m clearly not responsible enough to remember to take him out with me whenever I go hiking, I’ve decided that L.B. must go the same way as my other retired gimmick, International Duck Watch.
R.I.P. L.B 2016-2018
