Silver Vixen has a cold and was just dropping into a deep sleep. Gorse Fox was there waiting for her. The silence of the lair was complete.

Brrrring! Brrring!
Brrr...

The phone rang. The Gorse Fox's claws were holding him against the ceiling. The sounder of thunder turned out to be his heart.

With Cousteau-cub away in Thailand, could she be trying to contact us? Detaching himself from the ceiling he padded to the east wing to check the house phone. The number was unrecognised. Whoever called, obviously realised they had misdialled and hung up immediately. GF was wide awake now. That was it. Fifteen minutes past midnight. Awake. Adrenalin still coursing through the veins.

Fifteen minutes past one - still awake.

Fifteen minutes past two - still awake.

You get my drift... and drift I eventually did.

[File under: Diary]